Married we are getting!

Claire was living in Washington, DC at the time. She took a bus down to NYC to see her best friend Megan for a much needed girls weekend. Megan had been talking about this reaturant in midtown she had been wanting to take Claire to. In real Megan and Claire fashion, by the time they got there, the reaturant stopped serving food and all they had was wine and dessert..( sounds, awful!) A nice waiter sat them down at a table, and they soon noticed that they were the only customers there. It looked like the staff was trying to close, but they had come all this way, and the dessert sounded amazing. A few minutes go by, they had already been served their wine, when a man with a blue button down shirt and brown eyes walked in. It was clear he worked there. He caught eyes with them and kept walking towards the bar. He and the rest of the staff were counting tips, and closing the register while the whole time looking back at the girls’ table. Claire at this point was pretty much staring at the brown eyed blue shirt man trying to not be obvious. A couple minutes go by, and the brown, kind-eyed man starts walking over with a mug in hand. (Maybe its coffee, maybe its tequilla, they weren’t sure.) They exchaged hellos and turns out brown kind-eyed blue shirt man’s name was Ralph. After small talking and chatting for probabiy too long, they realized that it was time to leave and close up the restaraunt. They headed to a nearby pizza shop, because after all they never had dinner. After trying to take as long as possible to eat a slice of pizza and drink a can of cream soda, they made plans to meet up and go dancing the next night. Unsure if that was actually going to happen, but really hoping it would, Claire looked back as Ralph got on his skateboard, said goodbye, and went towards his train. Little did they know, that night was Ralph and Claire’s “how we met” story.