Antonio and Lily met over 7 years ago, in a Singaporean food court and started getting to know each other over what's arguably the best chicken rice in the world, yet runs you less than a cup of coffee will Canada these days. Despite discovering an unexpected connection over a common academic lineage, their communications were short-lived - the bustle of the term, the distance of their exchange universities, and the Interference of a certain Hat of infamous repute conspired to keep them apart. (aka Antonio was not particular fond of Lily's hat that day)

The following Fall, in a third-year thermodynamics class, Lily couldn't help but notice on a familiar face sitting by himself, in the very front row (with the entirety of the second row also empty, and Lily dutifully seated in the third row - typically the de facto first row in these classes, as far as the students are concerned). Vague recollection stayed just that, and she moved on with her day.

A few days later, after seeing him make a post in the class's group chat seeking groupmates, she finally made the connection: here was a fellow veteran of the Southeast Asian study experience, a likely compatriote to commiserate the woes of Waterloo, with its chilling climate and bona fide attempt at providing its pupils with a Serious Engineering Education, suffer as they might.

From there, it was history. In a month, they were exploring Iceland's glaciers and waterfalls (rather than study for their midterms). In a year, they had met each other's families and were deeply integrated into each other's lives. Before they knew it, they had traveled, lived, and loved around the world several times over.