Our love story began in the quiet aisles of Diamond Lakes Library, where books weren’t the only things being checked out. Durand walked in one day with his son to do homework, and I noticed how my coworker always made time to chat with them. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked about him. From that moment on, my coworkers seemed to be in on something I wasn’t—making sure I was the one to help Durand and his son each time they visited. Week after week, they kept coming back, and eventually, Durand asked me a simple question: "Are you married?" When I said no, I turned the question back on him. His answer? Also no. The next day, one of my coworkers walked to the back, handed me a small piece of paper with Durand’s number on it, and smiled. And just like that, our next chapter began.