We met on Bumble — like any modern fairytale. Brett SUPER LIKED Angel (bold move), and Angel, nearing the end of her patience with dating apps, decided to give it one last shot before deleting the app. That’s right — Brett was LITERALLY her last resort. Brett was 30+ minutes late to the first date — something no one who knows him finds surprising. Angel almost bailed, but instead walked out of her beat-up SUV looking like a hot soccer mom, which, strangely, made Brett immediately more into her. Despite being late and borderline suspicious, Brett convinced Angel to go hiking in the dark — with a stranger. She joked, “Just kill me fast so I don’t see it coming.” Brett, internally spiraling, managed to keep his cool. She still agreed to go to a SECONDARY LOCATION — for boba. It wasn’t even good boba. But Brett had just discovered it and talked about it like it was his new religion. Angel thought Brett looked like a frat bro, but quickly realized he was awkward, sweet, and overly enthusiastic. He asked lots of questions and even opened the car door — points for that. Brett, on the other hand, was immediately intimidated by how clever Angel was. Later, Brett was at home GOOGLING HOW TO PLAY HARD TO GET and AVOID THE FRIEND ZONE — which, naturally, made Angel start to question whether he was even interested in her. His strategy? Frustrating. But effective. She couldn’t tell what his deal was, which somehow kept her coming back for more. Things escalated with Brett finally deciding to kiss her on the third date — because the internet said you have to or you’ll end up “just friends.” And so, in peak Brett fashion, he leaned in, missed her lips, and KISSED HER TEETH. Angel didn’t know if it was a mistake or if she was under attack. But it was weirdly endearing. He was trying. Somewhere between awkward kisses and boba regrets, it became something real. For Brett, the moment hit while sitting on the beach with his uncle and his uncle’s boyfriend. When they asked how things were going with Angel, Brett said without hesitation: “I’m going to marry that girl someday.” Angel’s moment came while driving home from the airport with their dog Baxter in the passenger seat. Brett had just flown out to visit his sister in New York. Angel looked over at Baxter and said out loud, “Oh crap… I think I love him.” But no story would be complete without a little trauma-bonding. On the night Brett asked Angel to be his girlfriend, they had literally just pulled out of the dealership with Brett’s brand new car. On the way to celebrate with dinner? T-BONED. Angel? CONCUSSED. The car? TOTALED. Brett? Smooth as ever, used the adrenaline high to say, “so, will you be my girlfriend?” Because, really, what better time than after a minor head injury? And that’s how it all began.