It all started with a swipe. Neither of us were expecting much when we matched on Hinge, but from the first message, the conversation just flowed. It was easy, natural—like we had known each other forever. Our first date was at a sushi spot called Tsunami in Lafayette. We sat across from each other, sharing rolls and laughing between bites, both pretending not to notice how nervous we were. But by the time the last piece of sushi was gone, the nerves had disappeared too. Not ready to say goodnight, we headed to Rock N' Bowl. The neon lights, the crack of bowling pins, the way he playfully teased me every time I missed—it was perfect. We lost track of time, caught up in each other, in the easy way we just clicked. And after that? Well, he just kept showing up. For late-night drives, for lazy Sundays, for quick coffee runs that turned into hours together. He made it clear, without saying a word—he wasn’t going anywhere. And honestly, neither was I.