It was a freezing winter night in Hamilton—the kind of night where your breath hangs in the air and your fingers question all your life choices. Strantz was walking out of a church devotional, feeling peaceful and ready to head home, just as Olivia—not looking to talk or meet anyone—was walking in. Their paths crossed unexpectedly. “Sorry!” “That’s okay!” Awkward pause. Familiar faces... confused brains. They recognized each other but totally blanked on names. Classic. Still, something clicked. That chance meeting led to a laugh, which led to a chat—and before they knew it, they were best friends. Instantly. Like they’d just picked up a conversation that had started in another life. From there, it was all laughter, using any excuse to hangout, inside jokes, and long walks arguing over if tomato sauce is a smoothie. What started with forgotten names became unforgettable love. And then, one perfect sunset at the beach—waves crashing, sun melting into the water—Strantz dropped to one knee and asked Olivia to marry him. She said yes, heart full, eyes teary, and feet sandy. All because they were simply walking in opposite directions—and fate brought them together.