Sunday morning, 4:35 AM, somewhere in dark and silent Brussels. “I’m a the bus stop in front of the police. Do you see me?” “No, we’re at the main entrance to the subway. Are you close to a building with a lot of glass?” “No, I’m at a crossroads and a gas station.” Two texts and three phone calls later we find each other. Ashleigh hands me a little jar with a lid on it. Coffee! A couple of minutes later we’re driving to the Ardennes to take engagement pictures at sunrise. My favorite kind of pictures – good people in a beautiful place.