I am another you. You are another me. -Rumi

6:00; Friday night; Rí Rá Irish Pub. She decided to meet ‘this guy’ instead of friends. Risky: St. Patty’s with her best Squirrels vs. possible awkward Bumble date that no amount of green beer could fix... But she had a feeling. He never made small talk but he kept her laughing. Smart, dry, sharp as a tack and warm all the same. Her friends texted their whereabouts in case she needed to bail out, but she knew after half an hour that her gamble had paid off. There’s still argument over who was luckiest!

She was easy to talk to; St. Patty’s went by fast. So he invited her to the Publix Marathon Finish the next morning. He somehow spent that day with her too, dead legs and all. They were on a roll, so he got Atlanta United tickets for Sunday. She didn’t know any of the rules but yelled and jumped up and down the whole time anyway. He shook his head but he couldn’t stop smiling. They were together pretty much every day after that. He always takes his time making decisions, even small ones. For this one, he just knew.