The loudest, most obvious thing on campus was the rumble of a straight-piped 2013 Dodge Ram pickup truck. Every year without fail, if you were on Spring Arbor's campus, you heard it, you knew it, even if you didn't know who the driver was. I, Caralyn, knew I just had to figure out who that was one of these days, but I was typically too tied up in the library with my nose in a book and a pen in my hand. But after three and a half years of going to the same school, walking the same paths, eating in the same dining hall, I had no idea I'd be paired up with the answer in September of 2019 in Poling 104 for tutor training. Though it was both of our senior years, Thomas was the veteran to tutor training. Me on the other hand, it was my first go around. So when we got put into improv-skit groups to act out different training scenarios, the last thing I wanted to be was the main character. The narrator fit me much better. The accountant could take the lead on this one, and my English major background could write the script. A couple whispers back and forth and I finally figured out this is the guy I've been trying to meet for the last three and a half years driving the cool truck, and that I'm grading his World Literature classwork. But just like Cinderella, I was gone, running to my copy editing night for the school newspaper, oblivious that I had just foiled his plan to afterwards ask me for a date after the session. I was as bummed as he was that I had to go, but I was trying not to get my hopes up that year; after all, I had a senior thesis to write. He didn't let that stop him from shooting his shot though. Just shortly after I had to run to the library like it was my slowly dying midnight pumpkin, there was a 'friends requested' and a 'message received from Tom May' and an "I know this is quite forward, but is there any chance I could take you out this Saturday evening?" To which I responded, "I was hoping you'd ask." I had a good feeling from the start. And I will continue to point out that I knew he was the one in the iHop parking lot on our second date. He started off strong. Steak date one, and pancakes date two. Needless to say, I did pass my capstone course, we both did. But, I did it while dating the fabulous man I get to call my husband in just months that will fly by quicker than we know it! And as they say, the rest is history.