We first met while volunteering with Triangle YP Civitan at the Food Bank of Central & Eastern North Carolina in Raleigh. That night, our group was sorting sweet potatoes, and Andrew arrived a little late. There were plenty of open seats… but he chose the one right next to Leah. Later, he admitted it was because he thought she was cute the moment he walked in. We started talking and quickly discovered we both had ties to the Boston area — Andrew had lived there for a while, and Leah mentioned her relatives Dan and Julie (yes, you are getting a shoutout). After the volunteer shift, our group went to Wilson’s Eatery. Andrew ended up at the very end of the booth, Leah was tucked against the wall, and someone sat between us — a tiny detail, but one we remembered wishing had been different. Then life moved on, and we didn’t see each other for about a month. Our paths crossed again at a Durham Bulls game, another Civitan event. Leah sat in the row in front of Andrew, he was directly behind her, and we recognized each other immediately… but neither of us could remember the other’s name. Andrew said his started with an A. Leah said hers started with “Lee” and ended with “uh.” He proceeded to guess every letter of the alphabet — Leba, Leka, Leja — all the way to Z. She finally said, “Leah!” Then it was her turn. She guessed everything from Antwon to Alexander before he hinted that his name was the “long version of Andy.” She confidently said “Daniel.” (It was not Daniel.) Eventually, he told her his name was Andrew. He handed her his phone with the contacts page open so he “wouldn’t forget her name again.” We now know that may not have been his only motive. We didn’t watch much baseball that night — we were too busy talking, laughing, and realizing how easy it felt to be around each other. And that night became the beginning of something neither of us saw coming.