Will was in Nashville for a fun weekend with his guy friends when he bumped into a striking young lady. Corny lines were deployed, drinks were bought, numbers exchanged. But would he see her again? A few weeks later, he came up with a bold idea: the weather is cold up north, so why not meet in Miami? Against her better judgment, she agreed. He took her to a taco stand that hid a secret bar. They struck silly poses at an outdoor art exhibit. He showed off some broken Spanish. They even tried salsa dancing in Little Havana, despite his two left feet. This time there wasn’t a question: Let’s see each other again. But that was just the beginning. He soon had a much more difficult task at hand. It wasn’t a weekend beach trip he had to sell this time, but a move to D.C. “D.C. has live music!” “The museums are free!” “Not everyone’s a political jerk!” With the promise of frequent trips back home and a condo on a park for River, she made the big move. And from then on, everything was perfect.