One fateful Friday evening in the summer of 2014, Heather and I were tasked with attending a Maroon 5 concert for work. Fortunately, this plan wound up getting scrapped, and in a makeshift attempt to salvage our night, we organized a work happy hour at New York Wing Factory. None of our friends or co-workers showed up, only us. Over happy hour beers and Korean-fried chicken wings, we discovered that we shared a lot in common. We talked about relationships, indie bands, music festivals, and how we had both studied the same subjects at Rutgers. We walked away that night knowing that we had somehow stumbled upon a great friendship built upon shared passions, overlapping tastes in music, entertainment, and activities, and genuine, down-to-Earth conversation.