Laura and Pablo met in their Masters program for Music Business at CSUN. Pablo recalls seeing Laura during orientation and thinking... "This girl's got a funky style". Then classes began and Laura would always show up a little late, with a breakfast burrito in hand, and last night's make up (she worked late at a bar at the time). Lucky for her, Pablo usually sat in the back of the room, and there was usually a seat right by him. From friendly classmates, they became good friends in no time. Then COVID hit and Pablo was no longer graced by Laura's scent of burritos and booze. Soon after, Pablo got a promotion for which he wanted new professional photos. Laura did him the favor of taking his photos at the Balboa park. After a little photoshoot, Laura and Pablo sat under a tree and enjoyed a picnic. This was followed by a ride on the lake on Swan boats. Although this could be seen as romantic, they didn't intend see it as a date - after all, they were JUST friends!!! A month or so later, Laura and Pablo agreed to carpool to a birthday party together. As they played a sophisticated game of beer pong against each other, Laura tried to distract Pablo with her hindquarters in a mesmerizing sway and secret rhythm only Pablo's eyes could capture. And he was.... Captured. Captivated. Enthralled. Charmed. Enchanted. However, much to Laura's dismay, this only made Pablo laser-focused. The more she swayed, the quicker he won. Later on, by the refreshment table, Laura gravitated towards the nectar of agave - the Don Julio. Yet, before her fingertips could reach its cool embrace, a hand intervened. Pablo, his gaze a smoldering ember, claimed her attention, a whirlwind in human form. With a deft twist, he spun her universe, bringing her face to his, and then... Their kiss, a supernova's birth, ignited constellations within. A thousand suns, held captive in their touch, detonated in a celestial ballet of tongues and sighs. Time dissolved, the refreshment table a forgotten altar, as they became the sole embers in a universe consumed by passion's fire. Laura, caught in the afterglow of an intoxicating night, felt a flicker of unease amidst the fading embers of passion – admittedly, she drank far too much. Fear, a serpent in her heart, urged her to flee before ruining her friendship with Pablo, and with a trembling thumb, she dialed her sister, seeking sanctuary. Her sister came to her rescue and Laura left without a word. The very next day, Laura received a text from Pablo, a lifeline across the chasm of uncertainty. "Do you remember yesterday?" it read, simple yet loaded. Laura's fingers hesitated, then danced across the screen. "Yes," she confessed, "but the question is, was it the tequila talking, or something more?" His reply, a playful challenge: "Why don't we go to dinner and find out?" And so, their story began, not with a bang, but with a whispered invitation, a chance encounter seasoned with a dash of liquid courage. The rest, as they say, is history, a testament to the unexpected twists fate takes over a shared meal and a lingering question. So come, with hearts alight and free, Witness their vow, eternity. Let blessings bloom, let spirits soar, As Laura and Pablo forevermore.