We met at the gym in our small town of Three Forks, Montana—the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, but somehow, we had never spoken. For weeks, we fell into a quiet little routine—just two strangers who happened to be at the same place at the same ungodly hour, stealing glances across the gym floor but never working up the nerve to say hello. You know that classic scenario where you keep catching each other's eye but pretend it’s just a coincidence? That was us, playing a silent game of who-will-break-first at 5 a.m. It was Cody who finally made the first move. He had seen me share a Jocko Willink podcast on Instagram, took the time to listen to it, and—armed with a perfect excuse—used it as his opening line. One early morning, he walked up, introduced himself, and casually brought up the podcast. That was all it took. One simple hello turned into an effortless conversation, and from that morning on, everything shifted. A few days later, I walked into the gym to find a lavender latte tucked into my cubby—his way of making sure I had something to look forward to after our workouts. And just like that, a routine that once felt ordinary became something special. Mornings at the gym weren’t just about weights and reps anymore; they were about stolen smiles, post-workout coffees, and the kind of quiet, steady romance that only happens in small towns. The rest, as they say, is history. A small-town love story, simple and sweet—but one we wouldn’t trade for anything.