When Alissa started her new job in March, she was ready for fresh beginnings — what she wasn’t ready for was Chad. Chad already worked there and, let’s just say, his welcome wagon had a flat tire. He was quiet, maybe a little standoffish, and Alissa figured her new coworker just wasn’t a fan. So they did what many coworkers do best: exchanged polite nods and mutually avoided eye contact in the break room. Fast forward to July. Alissa calls out sick one day, minding her business, wrapped in a blanket burrito on the couch. Suddenly, a wild Facebook message appears. It’s Chad. The same Chad who had barely said two words to her at work. His smooth, ice-breaking message? “Hey bro! We missed you at work today. You good?” Alissa blinked. “Bro?” Was she being bro-zoned? Was this... concern? Confusion? Courtship?? Either way, she responded, explained she was feeling under the weather, and thought that was the end of it. But oh no. A few days later, Chad pops up again — this time to lament the tragic theft of his Amazon package. Alissa wasn’t sure why she was now the designated lost-parcel support line, but she played along. She offered her condolences, and somehow, that turned into casual chats. Then casual flirting. Then full-blown banter. Alissa, being the professional queen she is, had one rule: do not date coworkers. Too messy. Too dramatic. Too HR-report-y. But Chad — well, Chad is Chad. He’s persistent in the most harmlessly charming way, like a golden retriever who keeps dropping the tennis ball at your feet until you finally throw it. Two months of Chad’s goofy charm, stolen package updates, and occasional flirting later... Alissa gave in. She agreed to a date. Now? They’re getting married. Moral of the story: Never underestimate a man with a Facebook account, a missing Amazon package, and a dream.