It took four rounds of interviews for Sharon to land the job. She had no idea she'd end up with more than a career.

Sharon had never been a sports person — never found one that stuck. Jefferson taught her tennis. They learned to ski together from absolute zero. She loved both instantly. Maybe they were always more alike than they knew. They've since played tennis in Hong Kong, Shenzhen, San Francisco, and Bali. Chased snow across Hirafu, Annupuri, and Zao. Always with a pack of coffee in the suitcase, no matter where they go.

Our story reads like a CEO-falls-for-the-new-hire "霸道总裁爱上我" drama. In reality, his only form of "bossy" is having next year's travel plans locked in before this year ends — really just his way of saying, "you're in my future." Jefferson wears shirts with holes at home, rents the cheapest car on every trip, and once told her if they ever got really rich, they'd give it away. And yet — cruising at 170 km/h in a 20-year-old car with no Bluetooth, tuning the radio to a Balinese station playing songs Spotify has never heard of — Sharon thought, this is exactly how she wants to live.

In March, Jefferson went off-piste alone in Furano. Four hours in the backcountry, waist-deep, wondering if he'd make it out. In moments like that, you don't think about work. He thought about what he'd regret — and the answer was simple. He proposed on April 5th.

We figured if we could survive a secret relationship, Japanese powder runs as beginners— we might as well make it official.