It was a chilly evening on S. Broadway, show time. January 13th, 2022, an odd date, fitting for the fairly odd couple. She arrived on Hosler time, he was plotting their trivia team name, by which they didn't even compete. That idea shot down immediately after embracing each other for the first time. When they locked eyes, it was appetizing for both, chips and salsa would be all they need to eat that night, much to Sarah's disappointment. Little did she know that she would never feel hunger again with that 6-foot meal seated within arm's reach. They both sipped on margaritas chatting for hours. What was crisper the air outside or Zach's one liners? Her storytelling was so layered and full of flavor the salsa became an afterthought. Feeling bold he mentioned he used to blog about a grocery store, somehow, she thought it was cute. They ventured to the bar next door, players pub. A risk taking her to an arcade bar, but she knew he had some game. After a few rounds of ski ball, the music began to take over. Their coats came off and the dance moves sealed the deal. They could have danced for hours, but thankfully there is a lifetime ahead for that. He walked her to her rustic Honda Accord. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. She offered no hesitation. The rest was history, their future a beautiful mystery.