And so, as many great romances of the modern age do, our story began not at a grand ball or beneath moonlit balconies, but in the glowing depths of Instagram direct messages. A young woman sent a message to a young man that read: “Can I photograph your yellow BMW M car? It’s my dream car.” The young man, naturally, assumed he had simply encountered another enthusiastic car guy on the internet and carried on this way for nearly a month. But fate, as it often does, had other plans. Upon discovering that Alex was in fact short for Alexandra, and that this young car guy in his DMs was in fact not a guy at all, Steven promptly journeyed north to Prescott bearing the finest peace offering he could think of: a strawberry milkshake. Thus began their story.