We have differing accounts of the day we met but some details run through both our memories. Him: working the kitchen at Hot Gossip Cafe in South Lake Tahoe. Her: looking for a job on a rainy day He’ll tell you she was wearing a white dress with rain boots, her curly hair not yet long enough to brush her shoulders. She’ll tell you it was a white shirt with a black skirt, and rain boots. She’ll tell you he was wearing a holey Black Sabbath shirt hanging from his shoulders by small remnants of fabric, his vans slipped half on, the heels perpetually folded in, with a small black messenger cap atop. He’ll tell you he doesn’t remember. That day changed the course of our lives forever. She’ll tell you she felt the shift; he’ll tell you the same. They’ll both tell you it was love at first sight.