Kenzie’s Perspective: The pandemic was well underway and I was getting bored of doing schoolwork at home, so I found a job that paid me to do schoolwork on the clock. An Amazon Warehouse construction site at which I was required to take the temperature of every construction worker who entered the job site - with a thermometer that worked half the time. The image of beauty: an XL high vis vest that drooped off my shoulders, a dirty hard hat, my brother’s steel toed boots, and sweatpants. One day, a mysterious face masked man in a black pick-up truck drove in to the site and as I took his temperature, I thought to myself, “Mhmm, hot!” Every day for about two months we exchanged nothing more than a “Hello” and “How’s it going.” I didn’t even know his name! One Thursday evening he came over to me and told me today was his last day on the job site and tomorrow he was heading back home to Wisconsin. We said goodbye and I went about the rest of my shift with a little rain cloud over my head, thinking “I am literally never going to see that really cute man again!” I watched his truck pull out of the job site. A few hours later I see that same truck race back towards my shed. He bursts through the door and hands me a piece of paper that says his name and phone number, and asks me if I’m doing anything that evening. I promptly cancelled all my plans and we met for pizza, with the rest of the story leading us right to here.