We met at the bar—Cyclebar, that is. But our story really began with how any good story should start: over a margarita. Our first dinner was at Mojito in Havana, and it started with a marg at the bar and led to a table on the patio where we would spend the next four hours. The time flew by, and the conversation never let up. Felicia left that night thinking she found the man she would marry. Daniel left, knowing he would never be the same. We were both right. Over the past two and half years, our story is still being written as time continues to fly. We've had many more dinners and margaritas at our favorite spot in town, and as we prepare for our wedding, we both couldn't be happier about all of our years yet to come.