It all started at Rutgers State University: where textbooks were heavy, sleep was optional, and fate had a funny way of showing up at the right time. One night at a party, somewhere between the music, laughter, and crowded rooms, Folarin spotted Yashmin. He was cool, calm, and completely confident (or at least pretending to be), he walked right up to Yashmin and asked the most classic question in the book: “Can I get you a drink?” She said yes. Not just because she was thirsty, but because there was something about him-his energy, his smile, or maybe the way he looked like he’d rehearsed that line a hundred times. Then came the follow-up: “Can I get your number too?” Yashmin paused. Smirked. And gave it to him anyway. Rutgers gave us degrees, but more importantly, it brought us together. Folarin remembers walking up to me at that party, nervously asking for a drink and my number, hoping I’d say yes. I remember thinking, “Well, this could be interesting,” and handing over my number with a smile. And from that moment on, neither of us wanted to let go. We were stuck like glue and honestly, we wouldn’t have it any other way.