Today, Steve and Alicja live together in a tiny house in the Blue Mountains, with three cats and a bookshelf full of dice. They still bicker about door locks and who forgot to buy milk. But when asked how they met, they both laugh and give different versions of the story—which is, honestly, the most accurate answer.
So next time you’re at a festival, or a cafe, or just standing in line for a terrible sandwich, remember: the person next to you might be a legendary game designer who just needs someone to help them find a lost sandal. Or they might be Alicja, quietly judging your tent-pole skills. Say hi anyway.
Because the best meetings aren’t planned. They’re the result of a leaky air mattress and a willingness to talk about dwarf folklore at 2 AM. And if that’s not a love story, I don’t know what is.
