Till Death Do Us Part

Devin’s mom kept sneaking glances at the girl in the nearby booth, openly gushing about how pretty she was and nudging Devin to go talk to her. Devin, curious but not exactly eager to jump into another relationship, laughed it off and joked that he was just going to turn gay and be done with girls altogether. That’s when Kevin—their waiter and, unknowingly, a mutual friend to both Devin and the girl, Raquel—stopped by the table. Devin’s mom immediately asked about the girl nearby. Kevin smiled and said he worked with her and that she was awesome. Then, seeing his chance to play matchmaker, he told Devin to come outside and show him his new motorcycle—just as Raquel was getting ready to leave. Out in the parking lot, Raquel was sitting in her car, picking music for the drive home. Kevin walked up and stopped her, asking if she’d say hi to his friend with the motorcycle. She laughed and agreed, pulling into the space next to them. Kevin then convinced Devin to let him take the new bike for a quick spin. Before Devin could protest, Kevin blurted, “Devin, Raquel. Raquel, Devin. He’s single, she’s single, you both like motorcycles,” then hopped on the bike and rode off—leaving them standing there, slightly stunned and very awkward. Trying to break the ice, Devin nodded toward her speakers and said she had good taste in music—she was playing Godsmack. He added that he liked “good” music too. They laughed and made small talk for a few minutes until Kevin came back, now chatting with Raquel about her car, which she’d only had for a few weeks. The three of them started joking about how tiny the trunk was and whether you could even fit a dead body in there. Mid-laugh, Devin heard the words “fit a body in the trunk,” walked over, popped it open, climbed in, and shut it. Kevin completely lost it, laughing in disbelief. Raquel, on the other hand, panicked—still sitting in the driver’s seat, suddenly convinced Devin couldn’t breathe because she thought trunks were still made like they were in the 1950s with no airflow. She scrambled out and flung the trunk open, only to find Devin laying there perfectly fine, laughing at his own stupidity. He pointed out the emergency escape latch dangling inside and said he could’ve gotten out anytime. Kevin eventually had to head back into the restaurant, leaving Devin and Raquel to keep talking. A little while later, Devin’s mom came outside, confused and slightly annoyed. The restaurant was closing—she’d been waiting for over an hour. Devin and Raquel looked at each other in shock, neither of them realizing how much time had passed. As Raquel was about to leave, Devin finally asked, “Do you have social media?” “Yeah,” she smiled. They said goodnight, and later Raquel found Devin’s profile and reached out. Matching his chaotic energy, Raquel showed up at Devin’s job the very next day—even though he’d never told her where or when he worked. Somehow, she figured it out. From that moment on, they both had the same thought: this had to be destiny. Now, six years later, they’re saying their “I do’s.”