It was late November, 2011 and all the a cappella nerds of UCLA were coming together for a holiday concert. Bells were jingling, carols were caroling, and the air was full of beatboxing. Indeed, one beatboxer caught David's eye—whether because of her sick rhythms or short skirt, we may never know—and when she started to sing the solo for "Last Christmas," he was truly smitten. So it was no less than a shock when, after striking up a conversation with a friendly couple by the refreshments table, David noticed that very same beatboxer coming over to talk to him. Or maybe... "I see you've met my parents," she said curiously. David's eyes bulged as he looked between the girl and the couple he could now clearly identify as relatives. "Your parents!" he said (or perhaps squeaked), and managed to introduce himself. But when the girl extended her hand and said her name, David was flummoxed. As a fluent speaker, he recognized her say the Spanish word for "queen," but wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Rrrrreina?" he asked, rolling the first R with a bit too much flourish. "Just Reina," she said, embarrassed. No one pronounced her name right on the first try, though this was an unusual mistake. She was charmed. They went their separate ways for the night, but less than 12 hours later, David asked her on a date. Seven years later, as he proposed, David got the pronunciation right.