It was in South Park where we first crossed paths, meeting at Fernside. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses (well actually plastic alcoholic slurpees), and the low buzz of music, but for us, the world seemed to quiet down. Every sentence flowed so easily, as if we'd known each other far longer than a first hello. After Fernside, we wandered to The Wine Bar for dinner. The table between us became less a barrier and more like a bridge—each story we shared made the distance smaller, every laugh another step closer. The food was meh, but it was the company that made the night unforgettable. When dinner ended, neither of us were ready to say goodbye. So we lingered by Natalie’s car. The conversation stretched on, a half hour slipping by unnoticed. Finally, with smiles that matched the glow of the South Park streetlamps, we both knew: the night wasn’t finished. So instead of parting ways, we chose to wander deeper into the neighborhood together, letting South Park offer us just a little more time, another adventure, and another chapter to start writing side by side.