We're Getting Married!

Called Bloomberg. Heather had just joined the Canada Sales team, when Tom had also recently begun covering the same territory. Ahead of a 'Travel Blitz' that they were both dreading, Heather's Manager had asked her to work with Tom on something, which we'll spare you the details. Following that meeting, we continued talking daily until the Travel Blitz started. During that time, Heather was given tickets for clients, and spoiler alert - Tom too - to attend the Rihanna/Drake concert. After that night, the rest is history. It work, work, work, work, work-ed!

Tom historically had been very good at keeping surprises, except until this one. The night before he had planned to pop the question, he went out to dinner with a couple of former colleagues to tell them the news and 'celebrate'. Celebrate over multiple martinis, magnum wine, and steak - nice for him. Obviously annoyed when Tom rolled in, he claimed 'I know you're annoyed now, but you won't be after tomorrow...' The next day, we had plans to go to dinner at our favorite date spot, Vin Sur Vingt in the West Village (if you haven't been you should check it out) before flying to Bermuda the next day. The anticipation leading up to that was killing Heather. At dinner, Tom brought flowers, something he's been known to do 'just because', and seemed very cool, calm and collected. We ordered all our usuals and after dinner, Tom walked us to our next stop. After wandering through the West Village, we ended up at St. Luke's Church, which to Heather's surprise had a beautiful hidden garden. We sat down at one of the benches and shortly after Tom got down on one knee and asked 'Will you marry me?'