We’re getting married!

~~~Randy’s Point of View~~~ Randy leaned against the lab bench, waiting for the centrifuge to finish spinning. He pulled out his phone, opened Bumble, and started swiping. Left. Left. Fish again? Left. Then, Judy. Her photos were effortlessly charming: laughing on a beach, posing with a small, expressive corgi, and a gym mirror selfie that showed off a natural confidence. Her bio read: “Pharmacist. Dog mom to Chewie. Looking for someone fun—bonus points if you can hang a TV.” Randy grinned, intrigued by the TV comment. He swiped right, and when It’s a match! appeared, his heart skipped. Before he could draft an opener, Judy messaged first: “Let’s get to know each other and see if we have some chemistry!” Randy laughed, quickly typing back: “Hopefully you’re an acid because I am basic AF.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~~~Judy’s Point of View~~~ Judy flopped onto the couch after a long shift, kicking off her shoes as Chewie jumped onto her lap. She opened Bumble to unwind, swiping through profiles with one hand while scratching Chewie’s ears with the other. Left. Left. Why does every guy think holding a fish is attractive? Left. Then she saw Randy. His profile caught her attention immediately. A mix of outdoor hiking pictures and a candid lab shot made him seem both driven and down-to-earth. His bio was short but clever: “Scientist. Amateur rock climber (emphasis on amateur). Allergic to fish pics.” Judy swiped right, smiling when the match notification popped up. She typed quickly, “Let’s get to know each other and see if we have some chemistry!” Randy laughed, quickly typing back: “Hopefully you’re an acid because I am basic AF.”