It all began on a muggy July night in Ocean City, Maryland. Hannah was down at the beach with her undergrad friends—the UMD HESP crew—while Avery was out with his college buddy Caleb and his cousin Katie. Hannah was the only single one in her group of five, so she and her friend Andrea decided to take a lap around Fager’s Island to see who was out that night. It didn’t take long for Hannah’s eyes to land on a guy across the bar. There was something about him—an instant spark. But with no natural way to strike up a conversation, she let the moment slip away and headed to the dance floor instead. As the night wore on, the two groups slowly drifted closer together. Still, Hannah couldn’t quite find her opening with him—until a very drunk stranger clutching an orange stumbled into the picture. The man had apparently swiped the fruit from the bar and was now chatting Hannah’s friends. Seeing her chance, she turned to the guy she’d noticed earlier and asked if he knew “the guy with the orange.” She already knew the answer. Avery shrugged with a grin. “Nope, never seen him.” The drunk guy, eager to show off his prize, handed over the orange for inspection. Avery examined it for a moment with mock seriousness, then casually tossed it into the crowd. That was all it took. The orange-loving stranger bolted across the dance floor in hot pursuit of his beloved citrus, leaving everyone laughing. From that ridiculous moment on, Hannah and Avery clicked effortlessly. They talked for hours, drank a little more than they should have, and ended the night laughing together on the pier under the warm summer sky. After that evening, the rest was history.