It was a beautiful fall Sunday evening in Long Beach, California. Ashia was getting ready to leave for work when, just as she was walking out the door, she was randomly called off from her second job. At that very moment, a friend happened to text her and asked if she would like to grab a drink at a nearby spot. Since she was already ready to go, she agreed. When they arrived, she offered to buy the first round for the group. She walked up to the bar, sat on a stool, and then... It was a beautiful fall Sunday evening in Long Beach, California. Patrick was in town to check on his property, as he had recently moved back to Nebraska for work. His friends asked if he would like to go out to watch the game, and Patrick agreed. When he arrived, he offered to buy a round for the guys. As he was ordering, he was unexpectedly kicked by a random woman trying to get on the bar stool next to him. Patrick was immediately thrown off by the woman who kicked him. The woman apologized profusely and offered to buy him a drink to make amends. Patrick turned, saw the girl, and smiled. He said, “No, I’ll buy you one instead for being so genuine and apologizing.” She asked if he was sure and introduced herself, “Hi, my name is Ashia.” “My name is Patrick.” We’ve been telling this story for five years, and Patrick always ends it by saying: “She kicked me, and we’ve been kicking it ever since.”