We met at the Harvard Club in Manhattan for cocktails, where we immediately hit it off as though we had known each other for years, followed by a night out dancing and clubbing with Noah's friends. By midnight we'd been dancing for hours and I was starving so I scarfed down halal cart kebabs on a midtown street corner, chatting up the vendor in Arabic and dripping red and white sauce down my cute black mini. Noah says he knew then and there. Something about my lust for life and food on late-night New York street corners I guess?