Dean was busy working 6a-9p and building cabins in his backyard. Holly was happy staying holed up in her tiny apartment reading murder mystery novels and eating hot pockets. But somehow, their fates aligned when they decided to "swipe right". Dean had no idea what he was doing and Holly wasn't sure if he was her type. Yet, they both took a chance and met for lunch one Saturday (cause Dean was in the office ) at NOFO. Having not made a reservation, they had to awkwardly peruse the gift shop talking about soaps for a hour before being seated. Holly had a salad (she HATES salads) and Dean forgot his wallet. The date was over shortly and they went their separate ways. Dean texted Holly an hour later a selfie of him and his pup Maggie. He asked her if she maybe would want to go to a UNC basketball game. Holly wasn't a fan of UNC, basketball, or men taking selfies. But something in her heart told her to say yes. Dean can't sit still. Holly needs frequent naps. Dean is impartial to food. Holly craves pizza every minute on the minute. Dean loves big dogs. Holly loves her Morkie. But without a doubt, they both know they were made for each other.