Before meeting Frannie, Harrison knew no garb beyond grey sweatpants and hoodies, survived primarily on still-frozen dumplings consumed straight from the freezer, and spent his time convincing himself that the Jaguars would win the super bowl next year (Spoiler alert: he's still waiting). Just a few quads away, his lovely bride-to-be was busy arriving to every class 15 minutes early, serving as the president of the Princeton Figure Skating Club, and maintaining a truly inexplicable ignorance of the Chick-fil-A sauce and sandwich combo. Neither suspected how much Harrison secretly longed to distinguish between a double lutz and a double axel, nor how Frannie subconsciously yearned to be peppered with hypothetical questions (Would you rather have to eat every meal with a pair of chopsticks or have every drink you consume taste faintly of pickles?) Though their paths crossed repeatedly—first at a campus tour guide party (about as wild as you'd expect a nerdy tour guide gathering to be) and later around a Spanish language table (their conversations were, according to Harrison, “very bueno”)—it took the divine intervention of a sarcastic tourist to finally prompt Harrison into action. After Frannie generously stepped in to cover one of Harrison's tours, a particularly rude tour participant compelled her to text Harrison a post-tour update. Harrison seized this moment and sent back what historians now refer to as an "awkward flirt." Thus began a college romance filled with dining hall dates, Starbucks coffees, more dining hall dates, and Frannie teaching Harrison that it’s not detrimental to your health to wash your hands more than once per day. Their journey together navigated through a global pandemic, detours to Chicago and Iowa, adventures in New York City, and soon, back to Jacksonville. Most recently, they adopted Cowboy, a Cavalier puppy. I'm sure they have never asked to show you pictures of him. Nowadays, Harrison pretends as if he isn't quietly glued to Frannie’s reality TV shows, while Frannie acts as though she doesn't secretly enjoy listening to the entire Luke Combs discography on a 2-hour tour of suburban Jacksonville Christmas lights. He's finally grasped figure skating terminology, while she can name 10 whole Jaguars players, her favorites being “Travis Lawrence” and “Mr. Smiles”. Most importantly, she's persuaded him that frozen dumplings really are better when heated. Some things just take time.