L & T

Both of our first proper jobs were at Warwick University, which is where we met – specifically, in the smoking area. Naturally, we were the only two people there not actually smoking, just looking for a way to avoid doing any real work. Tom was suddenly yanked away for a delivery and spent the entire time moaning to his colleague for dragging him from a riveting conversation with – in his words – “a fit blonde.” Meanwhile, Leah left work and immediately told her mum about the suave, charming, devastatingly handsome boy she’d encountered that day (guess who wrote this part). Fast forward a couple of weeks and, in true Coventry love story fashion, we bumped into each other at the Colly. Several drinks later, the rest was history – or at least a little blurry. After those two fateful encounters, we decided to go on a date. Although, to this day, we still can’t agree on what actually counts as our first date. Leah insists it was when Tom took her for a pint at the local before swanning off on holiday. Tom, however, is adamant it was the time he took her out for dinner and drinks – spending more money on her that night than he ever has since. Either way, it worked out. And Leah only realised how skint he was long after it was too late.