He was a Connecticut native; she was a Southern transplant. Thanks to the help of the World Wide Web, we connected on an app and met up at a local pub. She was in her usher uniform. He was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt. We closed the bar.

It's taco night. She's cooking shells, he comes home from the store and slaps a Jared bag with a bottle of bubbly on the counter. She asks what it is, he says it's what the store has because they're "super sketchy" (and the story checks out). She turns around to flip a tortilla, and when she turns back to Zach down on one knee. She proceeds to black out, but from retellings she yelled "Yes" and "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" repeatedly, and then we ate celebratory tacos. A perfect engagement evening.