They were 22 and had both just moved to Charleston in pursuit of a career path. Rémy was working on the second floor of Arcadia Publishing as an editor. Katie was working on the first floor as an editorial assistant (a mere month before her promotion to editor, mind you). On this particular fall day, both happened to bring their lunches out to a picnic table at the side of the building, which unromantically looked out over the parking lot and even more unromantically was filled with various lunch-eating colleagues. Rémy remembers Katie sitting there in her purple sweater. (He intentionally sat across from her.) Katie remembers finally meeting "the older European guy at the office" (even though Rémy is a mere two weeks older, with an eternal tinge of distinguished silver in his hair). She also recalls his invitation to visit his desk, where he had a drawer loaded with chocolate (her greatest weakness in this life). Just a few months later, they had their first date. Rémy made her an enormous pot of potato leek soup at his apartment and they talked for hours, late into the night. That was just the start.