Before disappearing into the thicket Of the Great Smoky Mountains, He detours through Downtown Gatlinburg, Tennessee. He whispers Below the chatter of Travelers- For only her ears to hear “You're beautiful” Yet, he continues to hike Through the crowd. Her arms raise Into the mountain air "That's it!?" She calls out. He see’s past hesitation To turn; to reveal "I'm not from around here" He grabs another glance, Another breath And proceeds to request For her number. "I'm storing you as my Future Wife" They share a smile- A light laugh And take this moment As they move along. Evan Walks East & Theresa Walks West But she thought "What if I mixed up the number?" About, face. She begins to run, heavy-footed With her All American boots Clearing the trail back to him- "WAIT--- Can I have your number ?" Grabbing for his shoulder, Pausing him mid-step. She saves this reminiscence- Future Gatlinburg Hubs. Time Froze in June On top of that Smoky Mountain, As he rests an unexpected kiss Upon her lips Marking the Moment Their Love Was Written in the Stars.