Alexander Bennett

Alexander first met you at a minor fire at Aspen Glow Café, a beloved local spot in Louisville, Colorado. While he was kneeling to bandage one of the café workers, a roll of medical tape slipped from his hands and rolled across the pavement, stopping at your feet just as you bent down to pick up someone’s dropped phone. When you looked up to return it, your eyes met—and the moment landed harder than either of you expected. He smiled and asked, playfully, “Where did you come from?” When you explained that you’d just moved to the area, he let out a friendly laugh. “I meant you saved my tape from rolling away,” he said warmly, then added, “but welcome to Louisville.” He lingered longer than necessary, clearly grateful for the small kindness, and after a few moments of easy conversation, handed you his phone and asked you to put your number in. He texted himself right away—half joking, half serious—saying he wanted to make sure it was really you because he genuinely hoped to see you again. Later that night, after his shift, he was the first to reach out. When you mentioned settling in with coconut sorbet, he lit up, admitting that coconut was one of his favorite flavors and that it sounded phenomenal. You joked that there was plenty to share, and after a brief pause, he asked if you’d actually like the company—saying he wanted to see you again and get to know you better. When he arrived later that evening, he brought a bottle of Riesling he’d chosen specifically to pair with the sorbet, smiling as he handed it to you like it was the most natural thing in the world—setting the tone for a connection that felt warm, mutual, and intentionally chosen from the very beginning.