Sometimes, love sneaks up on you in the most unexpected places – like the fluorescent-lit halls of corporate America, specifically on an Artificial Intelligence team. Our story began when she first joined the team I was already a part of. I was an individual contributor, happily immersed in the world of algorithms, and she arrived as a manager, bringing with her a fresh perspective and, unbeknownst to me then, the future. I still vividly remember the first time I saw her on a video call. It was an instant, undeniable spark – I was utterly smitten. Over the next six months, as we collaborated under the same boss, our professional paths intertwined, leading us to build a dedicated AI team for the natural gas business, that we proudly christened "Natty G." But it wasn't just code and business strategy that blossomed during this time. We inadvertently formed the most exclusive "coffee club" in the company. Our agenda? To explore new coffee spots, strategize about building the team, and discuss the intricate work we were tackling. The catch? We were the only two members. What started as professional meetings quickly evolved into hours-long conversations, once or twice a week, at various coffee shops. We talked about everything and anything, peeling back layers, discovering shared passions, and unknowingly nurturing a connection that went far beyond work. Then, as fate would have it, the "Natty G" team was stood up, and she moved on to another opportunity. Our daily interactions ceased, and the coffee club, slowly fizzled out. Yet, the spark we had ignited never truly died. A few quiet months passed, punctuated by sporadic check-ins, but life had other plans for our reunion. It took a storm – literally. We were both called away from our regular duties for "storm duty," relocating to headquarters to support the linemen restoring power. Amidst the controlled chaos and late nights, we reconnected. Everyone around us seemed to notice the undeniable chemistry, the way our conversations picked up right where they left off, but we, in our own obliviousness, simply ignored it. The universe, however, had a grander adventure in store. A few months later, a magical evening unfolded in Charlotte. With her sister Sam as our delightful companion, we embarked on a spirited tour of the city's finest establishments, drinking in the vibrant atmosphere and each other's company. The night culminated with him falling asleep on her couch, only to wake up and seamlessly spend the entire weekend together. We both knew my heart was ready to take the next step. I was prepared to ask her to be my girlfriend. A quiet week passed, each of us thinking about our relationship. Then, on a Sunday morning, she called and asked if I wanted to come over and make homemade cinnamon rolls. Over the sweet aroma of warm dough and the simple act of baking together, the rest, as they say, became history.