Our love story began somewhere between the clearance rack and the break room fridge. We met while working retail — he was the boss, I was the new hire just trying to figure out the register without setting off any alarms (literally). At first, it was all business: schedules, shift swaps, and trying to survive the holiday season without losing our sanity. I pretended not to notice that he always happened to “check in” on my shifts a little more than anyone else’s. Subtle. We bonded over shared battles with the receipt printer, mystery spills in aisle 3, and that one customer who always came in five minutes before closing. Somewhere between helping each other restock shelves and complaining about inventory day, something clicked. Our coworkers started making jokes ("So… when's the wedding?") long before we were even dating — guess they knew something we didn’t! After one too many "accidental" lunch breaks together and a lot of blushing in the stockroom, we finally made it official. Yes, he was technically my boss — but after all, isn’t love about teamwork, support, and knowing how to survive Black Friday together without crying? Now here we are - years, a few promotions, and one work romance later - about to get married! Still working together, still laughing at each other's bad jokes, and still arguing over who's stealing whose lunch from the fridge.