Like many great love stories, ours began with a casual night out at a bar in none other than Quincy, MA - the kind of night that was supposed to be about friends, not fate. In a plot twist worthy of a rom-com, Jim confidently sent over a round of Bud Lights to Rachel’s table - a truly classy move featuring a truly classy drink - all in the name of playing matchmaker for our friends. Somewhere between the cheers and the beer, they ended up sitting next to each other. Upon learning Rachel was from Seattle, he immediately did what any reasonable person would do: enthusiastically fired off every Seattle reference he could think of: “How about that Malcolm Butler, huh?” (Yes, it was still too soon, but little did Rachel know she’d get her Super Bowl revenge a few years later). “So… you must really like coffee?” Smooth? Debatable. Memorable? Clearly. What started out as a random night would turn into the best years yet. Sometimes it really does just take being at the right place at the right time, a little persistence.. and maybe a round of Bud Lights.