We met playing beach volleyball in 2022 through mutual friends. We started the day not knowing each other—and quickly discovered neither of us was very good at coed doubles. It was the dead of summer in New Orleans, roughly a million degrees outside. We lost every single game, but honestly you’d never know it because we were having way too much fun to care.

After our shinning athletic performances, we went to lunch with friends and then headed to French Quarter Fest, where hurricanes, Blue Bikes, and very questionable decisions took us all over the city and eventually landed us at Lucy’s. We sat next to each other and talked for about six straight hours, well into the night. Somewhere between the bad jokes, the drinks, and the nonstop talking about family and life, the rest became history.

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