Back in October 2016, Collin and I first started “talking” (as the kids say). Our paths crossed every afternoon on the sports bus from KHS to Deitz—me, headed to cross-country, him to football practice. We’d spend the ride trading quiet smiles, playing pool on our phones, and flirting in that sweet, awkward way only teenagers can. Collin’s idea of flirting, for reasons still unknown, was sneaking his Burger King slushy cup in my backpack as we got off the bus. And somehow… it worked. Charm comes in all forms, I guess.