We're getting married!

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It was the tail end of the pandemic—the world was still adjusting from sweatpants and emojis to awkward small talk and sanitizer in public spaces. We both happened to end up at Harper & Rye, a cocktail lounge classy enough to have candlelight and classical jazz. Anton approached with the kind of post-lockdown enthusiasm that screamed, “I’ve been talking to my houseplants for 18 months and I’m ready for human contact!” Bright-eyed and bold, he struck up a conversation—only for us both to be abruptly interrupted by a suspicious amount of coughing from the group next to us. We exchanged a look of judgment at what we naturally assumed was the next COVID super spreader... until the scent hit us. Not cologne. Not a cocktail garnish. Pepper spray. Someone had casually maced the bar. What began as a slightly concerning public health emergency quickly turned into an oddly perfect meet-cute. We laughed, we coughed, and amid the chaos, Anton asked for a date. The first date was straight out of a rom-com—delicious food, good drinks, and a comedy show. Ever the confident planner, Anton secured seats front and center, where the comedian cracked jokes we must be married. We weren’t then. But hey, spoilers.