Once upon a time — specifically on March 31st, 2024 — two extremely busy adults with elite taste but very realistic budgets unknowingly swiped their way into the best decision of their lives. Ljuba Mirsky, a Maternal-Fetal Medicine fellow originally from Bulgaria, had approximately negative free time. Her hobbies included saving tiny lives, drinking cold coffee, and pretending she wasn’t exhausted. Daniel Baker, an interventional pain PA from London, Kentucky, specialized in calming nerves — professionally and, as it turned out, romantically. Neither of them had pets, emotional baggage (mostly), or tolerance for mediocre restaurants, which frankly felt like fate. Their first conversations were easy, funny, and suspiciously natural — the kind where hours disappear and sleep becomes optional. Somehow, despite Ljuba’s fellowship schedule and Daniel’s full-time career, they made time. And then more time. And then international time. Soon, they were off — Dominican Republic sunburns, Bulgaria family reunions, Denver adventures, Scottsdale escapes, and approximately every remaining PTO hour either of them had ever earned. By mid-relationship, both wallets were empty, but their passports were full, and neither had a single regret. They perfected the art of being boujie on a budget: five-star vibes, three-star prices, and unmatched joy in finding an overpriced mocktail on sale. Somewhere between airport terminals, late-night FaceTimes, and Daniel learning to pronounce Bulgarian names (in)correctly, they fell completely in love. Daniel quickly learned that Ljuba was brilliant, compassionate, hilarious, fiercely driven — and absolutely incapable of relaxing. Ljuba learned that Daniel was steady, kind, endlessly supportive, and shockingly patient when she had call shifts, exams, and approximately zero emotional availability for small talk. Somehow, they balanced each other perfectly. Naturally, everyone assumed Daniel would propose. Naturally, he did not. Months passed. Hints were dropped. Subtlety was abandoned. By December 2025, Ljuba had officially given up — on 2025, on surprises, and, briefly, on Daniel himself. She had accepted her fate: eternal girlfriendhood and vibes. And then… On December 31st, 2025 — when hope was gone and expectations were at their lowest — Daniel did the unthinkable. He proposed. Ljuba was shocked. Daniel was relieved. Tears were shed. Screams were screamed. Somewhere, an army of Ljuba's friends and family decided against committing murder. It was perfect — because it was them. Now, they’re preparing for the biggest adventure yet: marriage. Alongside buying a house, finishing fellowship, starting a new job, and maybe squeezing in another trip (or two) with absolutely no PTO remaining, they couldn’t be more excited to build a life together. They’re best friends. Travel buddies. Budget boujie icons. Two people who somehow found home in each other — across countries, schedules, time zones, and terminal gates. And they’re just getting started.