C walked through the door of Wild Wing on a Saturday night, and we locked eyes. He was wearing jeans and a Carhartt sweatshirt, and I remember thinking he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. (He still is... Mmm.) C grinned at me, and it was over. I looked at a friend and said, "Oh no... I'm in trouble." She replied, "Yeah. He is all up your ally." And he was. We spent that evening together, and he took me home in the gray goose (his truck.. talk about making a gal swoon when we walked up to that and he opened the door for me) and kissed me goodnight. It was March 2020, and COVID-19 was starting in full force when we met. Restaurants closed, and C got the flu, but that didn't stop us. We shared lots of take-out on my sage green picnic table until we could have our official first date at none other than Wild Wing in Johnson City. The rest is history (now, anyway...). I think I loved him that night, and I'm sure I love him today more than I did yesterday and less than I will tomorrow. And as far as the story goes, don't ask us how we met unless we're together in the same place at the same time. But this is my version, and I'm sticking to it. -Katie Beth