Our story began on a warm summer afternoon with a small delay that George still hasn’t quite forgiven. Celine arrived fifteen minutes late to their first date, and George, already waiting, was slightly annoyed. But what followed quickly made the wait worthwhile.

Over simple glasses of lemonade, what began as a casual meeting turned into something neither of us expected. Conversation flowed easily, curiosity leading to more curiosity.

We asked questions about where we came from, how we saw the world, and what had shaped us. Sitting across from each other, we realised something beautiful.

And yet, somehow, it felt natural.