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Tick. Tick. Tick. You watched the clock intently, sure that your night class was shaping up to last an eternity. You stared at your World History teacher blankly. You’d tuned them out so long ago, you thought it’d be pointless to tune back in now.  
  
“OK, your reading assignment is on the board. Please make sure you draw a name for your partner project on your way out,” Dr. Hastings mentioned.  
  
Finally. Class was over and you were so eager to leave. You grabbed a little paper slip from the bowl by the door as you walked out. Of course. Your partner just had to be Melanie. She was the flakiest one in class.  
  
Later that night, you got a text from her asking you when a good time to work on your project would be. You replied that you were free whenever, but you never heard back. You tried texting her every day for the next four days, but still no answer. Your calls just kept ringing until you saw her in class the following week.  
  
“Sorry, I’ve just been soooo busy,” she replied. “Maybe come over tomorrow and we can work on it?”  
  
The next day, you headed over to Melanie’s house. You knocked on the door and a shirtless guy answered.  
  
“Yeah?” he asked.  
  
“Hi, I’m Melanie’s partner for a project. She told me to come by today,” you responded, clearly flustered by the cutie in front of you.  
  
“Uh, she’s not here, but you can come in and wait for her. I’m her big brother, Levi,” he said, putting on a nearby T-shirt.  
  
“Thanks,” you replied. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”  
  
“Nah, I’m in town visiting for a couple of days. Coke?” he asked, tossing you a can. You weren’t really a soda person, but there was something about this guy that made you want to crack it open and hang out with him. He made his way to the living room with his Coke and sat on the couch.  
  
“Mel left like an hour ago. I texted her that you were here, but she’s not great at texting back,” he said.  
  
“Yeah, I know,” you responded while rolling your eyes.    
  
“What’s your project about?” he asked. “Maybe I can help. I’m used to bailing Melanie out, so…” 
  
You chuckled. “How good are you at ancient history?” you asked.  
  
“Good enough to work at the museum downtown,” he replied. Levi started working with you on your ancient history project. You couldn’t help but hope that Melanie would stay out all day. He was kind, thoughtful, and fiercely smart. He wasn’t smart in an in-your-face kind of way.  
  
Your project took longer than it needed to, but that was probably because you two kept getting distracted and going down rabbit holes while chatting. When you finally finished that night, you thanked him with an awkward hug and left. When you got home, you received a text from Melanie saying, “Oooh, so sorry! I totally forgot. Levi is, like, the smartest person I know, so I’m sure our project is great!” It was.  
  
A week later, you got your project handed back to you with an A on it. You couldn’t shake the image of Levi grazing his hand over yours to flip the page of your history textbook, so you decided to head to the museum downtown and thank him in person. You just hoped you could make it there before they closed.  
  
The second you approached the ticket counter, you saw him. He was standing there chatting with someone. He was wearing a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You motioned at him and gave a sheepish wave.  
  
“Hi, do you remember me?” you asked.  
  
“Of course! How did the project go?” he replied with a friendly smile.  
  
“We got an A! I just wanted to stop by and thank you for your help,” you told him, blushing.  
  
“Well, come on in, I’ll give you the grand tour,” he motioned. You walked with Levi through the empty halls while he spewed fact after fact to you about the things you were seeing.  
  
After your tour, you were both standing in the Grand Hall when you heard the weirdest gurgle. It was your stomach! You had forgotten to eat! Levi smiled and ran to the little café, grabbing two sandwiches from the cooler and escorting you outside.  
  
There, you both sat on a bench outside the museum, talking, eating sandwiches, and laughing. You returned the next day, and the next, and the next, to the same spot with different sandwiches.  
  
You started eating lunch with him daily, then also dinner — then eventually you even stuck around with him until breakfast.

After two years of dating, you met him at that same park bench for your usual lunch, except that when he rounded the corner to sit, he bent down on one knee beside you and proposed. You said yes!  
  
Your wedding was during the spring in a field of wildflowers. Levi wore a black suit with a dark-blue tie. Your first dance was to “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. You honeymooned in Hawaii and spent the week exploring waterfalls with him.  
  
A year later, you welcomed a baby girl named Daisy, and you adopted two sibling shelter cats named Max and Makenna. You all live in a big, spacious flat around the corner from the museum on Humboldt Street. You and Levi enjoy hosting your coworkers for game night on Sunday. You two were practically made to be on the same Pictionary team.

Your boyfriend is Levi!

There you were, sitting at dusk at the coffee shop across from your place. You were busy typing away on your laptop, trying to catch up on work you were so far behind on. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a man walk in and order a hot coffee with a pat of butter in it. You’d never heard an order like it before. He grabbed his drink, sat at the table next to you, and stared out the window at the cars going by. You couldn’t help it. You just watched the pat of butter slowly becoming one with a perfectly good cuppa Joe.  
  
“It’s delicious, I assure you. I get it all the time. You’ve never tried it?” he turned around and started talking to you. You were flustered. He caught you.  
  
“Oh, I just...I was…it sounds interesting, but I’m not a coffee person,” you stuttered back.  
  
“You don’t believe me,” he replied, now smirking, most likely because he took notice of your blushing. “I’ll prove it,” he said.  
  
He returned to the counter and ordered another of the same concoction. With both coffees in hand, he took the empty seat across from you at your table. “Try it, and if you don’t like it, I’ll buy you whatever drink you want,” he said as he set the new cup in front of you.  
  
You stirred the butter in the coffee and took a sip. The creaminess of the butter complemented the acidity of the coffee and glided smoothly down your palate. It was undeniably delicious. You looked up from your cup and gave him a smile.  
  
“See? Next you’re going to tell me you’ve never had the bistro two doors down,” he spoke through a grin. Your expression shifted to one of confusion. What bistro? You lived across the street and you’ve never seen a bistro. “You busy?” he asked. In that moment, work could wait. Everything could wait. You had to see what he was talking about.  
  
You’d consider that your first date. Well, it was perfect enough to be. You sat at a table on the patio surrounded by plants and flowers and ate a dinner that was lit only by lanterns. He asked you the most thought-provoking questions, like when was the last time you were excited and how often you remember your dreams. There was something about him that you couldn’t figure out. He puzzled you in the best way. At the end of dinner, he asked if he could see you again. Of course!  
  
And you did. You saw him again and again  and again, until you and Wyatt were meeting up nightly, talking, exploring, and, tbh, making out. Fast-forward two years, and Wyatt asked you if you wanted to move in with him. You transferred all of your stuff into his bungalow, and after a day of moving furniture, hanging pictures, and painting, Wyatt started making you both coffee. He asked you to help, and you eagerly grabbed the butter from the fridge. Instead of butter being on the shelf, an engagement ring was!  
  
“So…,” he started. “I was wondering if you’d—” You didn’t let him finish and instantly leaped into his arms and kissed him, eager to accept his proposal.
  
Your wedding was six months later in a gazebo at the park. Wyatt wore a dark-blue suit with a matching light-blue tie and handkerchief. Your first dance was to “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. You honeymooned in Paris and kissed under the Arc de Triomphe.
  
Two years later, you and Wyatt welcomed your first children. They were twins named Devin and Jada. Wyatt was never an animal person but caved when he rescued a kitten at work and named it Hope. The five of you live in a very modern house with a deck and pool. You and Wyatt still try to wake up some mornings before the kids to sit on the deck, watch the sunrise, and drink butter in your coffee.

Your boyfriend is Wyatt!

After getting home from a long day, you went to check the mail. As you swiftly unloaded takeout menus, junk, and preapprovals for credit cards in the trash can, you came across a letter for a “Parker.” You’d heard that name before! It was the neighbor who just moved into the apartment below you. You tried shoving that letter in his box, but the gap wasn’t big enough. You walked up to Parker’s place and knocked on the door. No answer. You waited, then knocked a second time. No answer. You trudged up the additional flight of stairs to your place, grabbed a sticky note and pen, and wrote a note that said, “This was in with my mail. Welcome to the building! —2C.”  
  
You hurried down the steps and slipped it under the door of Apartment 2B. The next day, when you came home from work, you unlocked the door and stepped on a piece of paper in the entryway. It read, “Thanks for bringing my mail to me. Do you know of any good delivery places around here? —2B.”  
  
You ran over to your fridge and grabbed the takeout menu for Brickly's Pizza that you had practically memorized and taped it to a note that said, “Make sure to try the garlic bread. —2C!”  
  
You ran it downstairs and slipped it under Parker’s door. The next day, as soon as you got home, you saw another note that had been slipped under your door: “Garlic bread was soooo good. Got any ice cream recs? —2B.”  
  
You scribbled a note back. Was this considered a pen pal? You hurried downstairs and slipped the note under Parker’s door and headed back up to your place. Five minutes later, you got a note passed under your door that said, “Wanna come with?” 
  
You hurriedly got ready, walked downstairs, and tapped on his door. When he answered, the only thing you could pay attention to was his steely-blue eyes. They were enchanting. You walked together to get ice cream. He ordered rocky road in a waffle cone, and yeah, he got a little bit on his nose. You both walked back to your building and went your separate ways in the stairwell. “I had fun, pen pal. Write you tomorrow?” he asked. You nodded and headed up the stairs.  
  
You exchanged notes back and forth for weeks, meeting up for dinner or ice cream sometimes, until you eventually just started talking IRL, kissing IRL, and spending the night at each other's place.  
  
It had been going well for a year, and you could feel it in the air. Parker had been acting weird for a week, and you definitely thought he was either going to break up with you or propose. He said he’d be at your door at 8, but you hadn’t received a knock. At 8:02, you saw a note slipped under your door that asked, “You ready?”  
  
You grinned and grabbed a pen. You scribbled "Yes!" on the paper and slipped it back into the hallway. A knock came. You opened the door and Parker was down on one knee. It was an easy decision.  
  
A year later, you and Parker got married in the forest. There were fairy lights everywhere. Parker wore a gray suit and black tie. Your first dance was to “Your Song” by Elton John. You honeymooned in the Bahamas, where you spent all day lying in a hammock on the beach together.  
  
Fast-forward five years, and you and Parker have three dogs: two golden retrievers named Ivy and Alfie and a pit bull named Lucy. You’ve moved on from your apartments and own a farmhouse with tons of space for your dogs to run. You and Parker have started an herb garden, where you make and bottle sauces that you sell at the farmers market every Thursday.

Your boyfriend is Parker!

You were walking through the park on the way home from work. It was a chilly day, and you were trying to get back fast so you could quickly return to the heat. Out of nowhere, a Dalmatian ran up to you, covered in leaves, with a leash still attached to it. Clearly, someone was walking their dog and the pup just got away from them. You bent down to pet the excited dog and were looking at the collar when a handsome, out-of-breath stranger approached.  
  
“Oliver, why are you bothering them!” he wheezed. “Sorry, my dog, Oliver, just loves piles of leaves. He saw a big one and just took off! There was no stopping him," the man added.  
  
You finally looked up from petting Oliver and noticed the handsome stranger’s beautiful brown eyes. You could’ve gotten lost in them. “Well, Oliver and I have something in common because I also love giant piles of leaves,” you responded.  
  
“If you really love leaves, I can show you Oliver’s favorite spot,” he replied. So you walked with the handsome stranger and his dog to a giant pile of leaves under an old oak tree. Oliver instantly plowed through them, covering you both. You chuckled and looked at each other. “Thank you for finding my dog. I’m Sebastian, by the way,” he said with a leaf on his shoulder.  
  
“It really wasn’t anything. Your dog found me,” you said, desperately trying to act natural. 
  
“Well, you look cold. Can I get you a hot chocolate or something?” He asked.  
  
You weren’t exactly in the mood for hot chocolate, but you did want to be near a heater ASAP. Luckily, the coffee shop was close by and Sebastian was offering to pay, so why not? When you both sat down, Oliver sat by your chair and put his head on your lap.  
  
“Uh-oh,” you said jokingly, “it looks like I’m stuck.” You started petting Oliver as the dog’s head got heavier and heavier in your lap. Sebastian started talking about Oliver’s hobbies, including leaves, tennis balls, and peanut butter, then asked you about yours. He listened intently while you described to him your passions and dreams, your favorite color, and the shows you’ve seen. Finally, when the barista came around to tell you they were closing, he asked if he could call you sometime. “You can call me anytime,” you replied.  
  
After three years of dating, you and Sebastian moved in together. You had a small flat that you decorated cozily. After work every day, you and Sebastian took a walk with Oliver through the park across the street.  
  
One night, during your walk, Sebastian said that Oliver had something to show you. It was strange and unexpected. After rounding the corner, you saw just about the biggest pile of leaves you’d ever seen.  
  
“You ready?” he asked. You looked at Sebastian, who dropped Oliver’s leash. All three of you jumped in the pile of leaves. You tried to get up while giggling. Surrounded by leaves, you looked to the side and saw Sebastian down on one knee. “Will you take an even bigger jump with me?” he asked.  
  
“Yes!” you exclaimed, as he slipped an engagement ring on your finger. Oliver barked in approval.  
  
A year later, you had a winter wedding. A fresh blanket of snow had covered the city the night before, and the ground was twinkling. Sebastian was wearing a black suit with a charcoal tie, and Oliver was your ring bearer. You danced to “Silly Love Songs” by Paul McCartney and Wings and honeymooned in Iceland, where you kissed under the Northern Lights.  
  
Two years later, you had your first child, Emily. A year after, you had another, named Xander. You relocated to a house outside the city and now sit on the porch together, watching Emily and Xander play with Oliver. It's perfect.

Your boyfriend is Sebastian!

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