It was during our first year of graduate school when we met each other. Our encounter was by chance as we both planned to attend same concert but with different friends. Then, our dance paths crossed...
On a sun-soaked hike at dusk in autumn, we scurried up a boulder to witness the last rays of the day breaking through the sparse pines of woodland California. A pear was shared between us. One special passing of our snack hid a ring on Mark's palm. Grace refused the pear initially, but Mark's persistence to feed his future wife paid off...