We technically met at a fireman's ball… but didn’t say a single word to each other except for “Hi” and “It’s nice to meet you”. Classic rom-com move, right? Fast forward a few Fridays, and we kept ending up in the same friend group, laughing over pizza and pretending not to notice how often we gravitated toward each other. Then came the sneaky part. We started slipping away to Mohawk Mountain, chasing sunsets and sharing dreams like two hopeless romantics in a Hallmark movie. It was there—between the golden skies and whispered hopes—that we realized we weren’t just hanging out anymore. We were falling in love. Now we’re planning a lifetime of sunsets, laughter, and maybe even a few more fireman balls (this time with actual conversation).