Grace and her childhood best friend, Bryanne, had just finished a round of pickle ball and decided to go to Yard House for a drink. Bryanne and I had settled in at the bar top with a space or two in between us and the guys next to us. A few minutes in to us sitting down at the bar, a guy walked in and asked me if anyone was sitting in the open seat. I took one look at the guy and said "yeah, you are!" Chris and I talked for a few hours that night at the bar top and said our goodbyes. To our surprise we ran into each other the very next night at the local women's semi-pro soccer game. Chris and I talked all night long, exchanged phone numbers, and have been smitten ever since.