Our story began as neighbors. Julie moved into a new house during her last year of grad school, where she didn’t know her new roommates. Eager to break the ice, she suggested making margaritas on Friday night. They decided to enjoy their drinks on the front porch, when, Mike, who lived in the cottage in front of them, had friends visit on his back porch. It was one of those moments where you either introduce yourself or risk an eternity of awkward encounters. Julie chose to say hello. Among Mike’s friends was Luke, who conveniently lived just across the street. And, even more conveniently, had been told that new girls had just moved in. That evening, the group ventured out for tacos and more drinks. It wasn't necessarily love at first sight, though. Despite Luke’s persistence, their schedules just didn’t sync up. Fate intervened one evening when Julie brought a frozen pizza to her friend's house, only to discover their gas bill hadn't been paid. With no way to cook the pizza, Julie took the pizza home and asked Luke if he wanted to share it. They ended up spending the night eating pizza in Luke’s boat parked in the driveway. And the rest, as they say, is history.