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Her version: We were batchmates in law school but didn't have a lot of chances to cross paths, since he belonged to the night block and I was part of the afternoon block. We didn’t really have classes together in the beginning so for the most part, I never really saw him in school. Nonetheless, as fate would have it, during our second year in law school, we ended up interning in the same law firm. While fate was not too kind to that law firm (as the firm eventually parted ways), it appears that the matchmaking gods had better plans for us. Nothing would happen with us for a while, other than the occasional 'hi' and 'how are you' when we would bump into each other in school. I won’t deny that each time I knew there was a chance I’d see him, that I definitely made an effort to look more presentable. He was shy; and I, reluctant. It would take a year, a few drunk friends, and a lot of alcohol-induced courage, to finally bring us together. On the last day of exam week, walking alone in the streets of BGC, he finally had the courage to ask me out to dinner. His version: We were summer co-interns. It didn't take long before she chased after me.