Chandler, a 22‑year‑old senior in college, and Alejandra, a 21‑year‑old junior, first crossed paths in what seemed like the least romantic setting imaginable: a three‑hour Monday‑night psychology class, tucked into the final stretch of Chandler’s college career. It was a course on the psychology of personality—fitting, considering they were about to learn quite a bit about each other’s. Alejandra caught Chandler’s attention before either of them said a word. When the professor asked the class to vote on whether they preferred the exam on Monday or Tuesday, Alejandra confidently raised her hand for both options. The contradiction made Chandler laugh quietly to himself; he didn’t know her yet, but something about that moment—unintentional, honest, and just a little chaotic—stuck with him. Later, as he’d come to learn, this was signature Alejandra. After class, Chandler asked if she might want to study for the midterm together. She agreed, and the following week, they officially met at the Louisiana State University (LSU) campus Starbucks. Over iced coffees, scattered notes, and the hum of the espresso machine, they tackled the material and aced the test—something Chandler would later credit partly to Alejandra, and Alejandra would insist was just coincidence. During that study session, Chandler noticed her Hispanic heritage and made a wholehearted attempt to impress her with the small collection of Spanish phrases he knew. His accent was questionable, his vocabulary limited, but the effort was sincere—and Alejandra found it charming. From there, the two found themselves sharing what Chandler considered their first real date, though Alejandra would later describe it more modestly as simply lunch at Cava. Still, something quiet but unmistakable had started to form. Their next outing erased any ambiguity: a true, unmistakable date at Fleming’s. It was there Chandler learned exactly how pricey fine dining could be—but also how worth it a great evening was when shared with the right person. The months that followed were filled with all the markers of a growing relationship: big dates and casual ones, introductions to families, inside jokes, and countless games of pickleball that brought out their competitive sides. Each moment, whether grand or ordinary, stitched them a little closer together. Now, three years later, Chandler and Alejandra look back at that sleepy Monday‑night psychology class with gratitude—and forward to a future they’re ready to seal in marriage.