It was a crisp, breezy afternoon when Jake and his girlfriend Alexa finally made it to San Francisco. The city’s rolling hills, colorful townhouses, and iconic cable cars made everything feel like a movie. But the real moment—the one they’d been waiting for—was standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge.

As the fog curled gently around the towering red structure, Alexa tightened her grip on Jake’s hand. She was wearing her oversized hoodie and cute jeans, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail, while Jake had his camera around his neck, snapping pictures every few steps.

“Okay,” Alexa grinned, nudging him. “This is actually surreal.”

They walked along the bridge slowly, the sound of cars rushing by barely louder than the wind in their ears. Every few seconds Alexa would stop to take a photo or lean on the rail and just stare out at the endless stretch of ocean below.

Jake turned and looked at her, admiring how the sunlight hit her face just right. “Kinda crazy we’re actually here, huh?” he said.

Alexa smiled and looked at him. “Yeah. I’m really glad we did this.”

They paused halfway across, taking a selfie with the city skyline in the background. Then Alexa pulled out two bracelets she had in her bag—simple woven bands she made on the flight. “Matching,” she said, slipping his on. “For the memory.”