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It started at an underground gallery opening on a Thursday night — Elias was the reluctant plus-one, Wren was the one who actually knew everyone. She was explaining a piece of industrial sculpture as if it were obvious poetry. He interrupted. She let him finish. They talked until the lights went off.

Two years later, standing in the same building (which is now a flower market on weekends), we said yes before he even finished the question.