We’re getting married!

Andrew and Karla didn't meet in some dramatic, movie-style scene with fireworks or fate throwing them together in the rain. They met on a dating app. The kind they swore they were this close to deleting. The conversation started as a debate no one else seemed to care about: Andrew confessed he didn’t like recycling, and Karla, amused and horrified, wrote back with a judgmental GIF and a promise to change his mind or at least argue with him about it. Their messages were a perfect mix of teasing and sincerity. The day of their first date arrived ... and so did Andrew's biggest enemy: bad timing. He was late. Karla, certain he’d ghosted her, went through her emergency plans. Maybe coffee with a friend, a walk around the block, or emergency pizza. When Andrew finally arrived, Karla went downstairs, opened her door, ready to let out her disappointment, but instead found a cute boy in a beanie standing on her street, breathless and apologizing as if he had somehow committed a federal crime. Andrew saw Karla’s blue and purple hair and felt his knees go wobbly. They both froze, the punctuality drama forgotten for a beat. At the same time, they registered each other: shy smiles, awkward waves, the exact kind of human embarrassment that becomes adorable in retrospect. At the park, nervousness loosened into laughter when Andrew talked her into attempting British accents. They traded terrible phrases, collapsing into giggles every time one of them nailed it or thoroughly butchered the vowel sounds. That first date led to many more. Andrew’s golden-retriever goofiness perfectly softened Karla’s spare, black-cat wit; she loved his ridiculousness, he loved her razor-sharp jokes. When he finally asked her to be his girlfriend, he set the bar impossibly high with a helicopter ride that made her laugh, scream, and say yes all at once. Their love grew out of jokes, late arrivals, and two people who somehow fit together by being exactly themselves.