It wasn't supposed to work.
Because they rarely do, unless you live in a rom-com.
It was the dreaded double date that pulled these two together.
Blind double date.
Arranged by married coworkers.
/Hi, married coworkers! You deserve a hearty pat on the back and the next round.
But it did!
Oh, it did!
And it makes me so incredibly happy to have one more happy set of hand holders in our midst, making the world a lovelier place.
And it makes me so incredibly happy that I got to frolic about one fine autumn day, photographing what their version of love looks and feels like.
Cause I gotta say from my end it looks stupidly beautiful,
and it feels even better to bear witness to such sweetness.