Like all good love stories, ours started unexpectedly back in 2020—with a changed plan, a dog in the yard, and a little confusion. One night, I was supposed to head to a girls night with my friend Madison (who happened to be dating Scout’s roommate and best friend, Noah). When I arrived, Madison changed her mind and wanted to see her boyfriend, so we ended up at their house instead, where Scout and Noah were having a few friends over. While Madison went inside, I stayed out front talking to a friend and petting his dog. That’s when Scout walked past me, casually said, “Hey Madison,” and headed inside. I turned around like, “Wait… what?” and followed him into the house, only for both of us to realize there were now two Madisons. Cue the confusion—and the first laugh we’d share together. It wasn’t until later that night, after a late-night Cookout run, that we really started talking. Scout turned on some George Strait, and we sat together for hours—laughing, telling stories, and quietly falling for each other until the sun started to rise. At 6 a.m., he took me back to Madison’s apartment, and just like that… the rest was history.