Dave and Roberta met at orientation for the launch of their MBA program at New York University in the Fall of 2017. At the first day’s luncheon session, the two were serendipitously seated next to each other. They quickly struck up a conversation. (Actually, they were assigned one seat apart and spent much of the lunch talking over the poor person that was seated between them.) Shortly after lunch, the entering class was broken off into study groups of five. Out of several hundred students—you guessed it—Dave and Roberta were assigned to the same group. Numbers were exchanged (Roberta told Dave her nickname, only used by close family, was Robbie, and he’s stuck with it ever since), and they were told this group would help each other navigate the next two semesters together. Hindsight: What an understatement! Over the first semester, Dave and Roberta cultivated a friendship. It started in the classroom, where Dave often tried to nonchalantly snag a seat next to Robbie (or, if she was running late, sit in a seat with an empty one next to it, hoping no one else would take it before her). He helped her with difficult finance homework, she reminded him of deadlines for assignments. Eventually, Dave convinced her to come out with the group for the weekly after-class drinks. They grew even closer, and quickly found they had a shared interest in shooting pool. They’d often use this as an excuse to break off from the larger group and play a couple games together. After spending the winter break apart, the two both realized how much they missed one another. When Spring session kicked off, Dave promptly worked up the courage to ask her out. He brought flowers to their first date at Palma in Greenwich Village. Now, seven years, two MBA degrees (and a PhD on the way!), three states, a pandemic graduation, an 800-mile U-haul voyage and many milestones later, they are excited to make things official. They also want to express their sincere gratitude to friends and family for their support and for being a part of their love story. . . . . .