Max and Luna met for coffee at All Day Café on the first day of Passover in 2022. Fortunately, Max was well-versed in Passover traditions, having spent years honing his seder skills at the Sargents’ house. That very night, he proudly defended his title as afikomen champion (think high-stakes scavenger hunt for hidden matzah—winner gets bragging rights and cash). But what he didn’t realize? The real prize of the day wasn’t a crumpled ten-dollar bill—it was Luna. Meanwhile, across town at another seder, Luna recounted her date and polled the room: should the forensic accountant get a second chance? A family friend chimed in with some unconventional wisdom: “If you want to test a man’s creativity, have him draw something. Sharp, rigid lines? He’s a square. Curvy, fluid strokes? There’s hope.” Cue date two: a jazz concert at the Center for Subtropical Affairs, preceded by a figure drawing class. Max, eager to impress (and resurrect his childhood drawing skills), gripped a stick of charcoal and held his breath—until he saw the model. Curvy. Not a rigid line in sight. He passed the test. And the rest? Well, it’s history.