Marcus & Sofia
It started with a wrong turn at a farmers market in the Mission District. Marcus was hunting for good coffee; Sofia was late to meet her sister and moving at a pace that suggested neither of them would get what they wanted. They collided at a corner stand, he dropped his notebook, she picked it up — and read the first line before she could stop herself.
He asked what she thought. She told him the truth. They argued about it over coffee for two hours, then walked through Dolores Park until it was too dark to see. He texted her that night. She replied at 11pm.
Three years, one spontaneous trip to Oahu, forty-seven Sunday mornings at the same window table, and one very elaborate proposal involving a catamaran and a waterproof envelope later — here we are.