We met at Starbucks—he was the customer; I was the barista. We chatted for a bit, long enough for someone else in line to notice what was going on. Out of wisdom (or impatience), she said “Ask for her number already! We only live once”. We were both clearly embarrassed by her comment, but we laughed it off. He went on his way and waited for his drink, I thought. But to my surprise, he came back to the register and handed me a little folded up piece of paper with his name and number on it. I texted him that night. For the following two weeks, we texted back and forth until our first date, which was a dream come true. Picture this; dusk, in the midst of summertime in Laguna Beach. The rest was history ♥