We were both at a ball, having almost decided not to go, and arrived within an hour of it ending. My friend and business partner mentioned she wanted to introduce me to some photographers who could help with a photoshoot for our business. Before she could finish my name, he interjected, 'Simone B.' I was surprised and asked, 'You know me?' He replied, 'I don’t know how I know you, but I do.' Later that night we went to an after-party at a local club where he tried to coax me onto the dance floor. I politely declined, explaining that I don’t dance in public, and moved away when he offered to buy me a drink, mentioning I was there with a friend. Despite my initial reservations, he persisted with playful banter, teasing, 'I’m gonna get your little red behind.' After three months of ignoring his DM that simply read 'there she goes,' we met up several times for business discussions. One night after a meeting, he started a playlist that made me exclaim, 'That’s my song!' for every track. We ended up dancing around the studio until the early morning hours. The next morning, I woke to a text: 'Having you in my arms has to happen again.' From that moment on, it’s been history