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02/2023- I was just minding my business, heading to my anatomy lab at Mason, when I had this random encounter that would turn into... well, this. I was walking through the parking deck (the “Rap Deck” for those who know), when this guy—who was parked on the visitor side, mind you—stops me out of nowhere and asks, “Hey, where’s the prayer room?” I’m like, “Uh, JC3,” and he gives me this look like I’m speaking in some foreign language. Right then, I realized this guy is definitely not a student here. I mean, he’s parked in the visitor section. How did I not catch that earlier? Feeling a little bad for him, I offer to walk him over to JC since my lab was across the way. When we get there, I point him to the third floor and tell him, “Just ask anyone up there; they’ll help you out.” But then—plot twist—he asks me another question. At this point, I’m like, dude, I’ve got a quiz in 10 minutes that I haven’t studied for, and I don’t have time for this. So I gave him my Snapchat (cause why not?) and said, “Just message me there and I’ll help after my quiz.” And then I totally forgot about him. Cut to my lab being over, and I’m free—except I had to respond to his other question from earlier. After responding, he leaves me on read...like, how dare he? We didn’t really speak again for a few months after that, until I posted my grad pics on Snapchat, tempting him to slide up and congratulate me. And, well, the rest is history. Who knew a random prayer room question could lead to this? 😂