You don't want to know that story. We met in a high school french class, and that's really all you need to know.
Hi, Rachel here. Picture this- it's 6 pm on a Thursday. You're at work, which happens to be a back room comprised entirely of 2x4s and plywood. Two floors of plywood and 2x4s. There's nothing to do, so you're on your phone. That's where I was on December 1, 2016. I was working at Macy's and fulfillment was dead. They had us out on the floor looking for things we knew didn't exist in the store. So, anyway, I'm sitting at the top of some poorly made stairs in a stock room. I'm scrolling Facebook and minding my own business when a notification pops up that says "It's Andrew Gittinger's birthday!". I have exactly nothing better to be doing at this moment, so I'm like, 'what the hell?' and I click to send him a message. It was probably a generic I-haven't-spoken-to-you-in-years, "Happy birthday!". Two minutes worth of time sitting on the Macy's stock room floor changed my entire life. Before I knew it, I was giving up the naps I would take on my break just to talk to Andrew. I gave up my lunchtime naps, and he started slowly but surely changing his sleep schedule so he had more time to talk to me. We have spoken to each other every single day since then. And no, I'm not exaggerating. As of the day I am writing this, that is 2,374 days of communication between 2 people.