We met at 15 in AP Human Geography at Forest Hill High School in West Palm Beach, Florida, not knowing that a simple seating chart would spark something lasting. Even after our class got split up, we kept bumping into each other—little moments that nudged our story forward. Half our lives later, we’ve been through high school, college, and the start of our careers side by side, yet being together still feels as effortless and familiar as it did back then. It turns out the saying is true: the days are long, but the years are short—and every one of them brought us right here.