We’re getting married!

After nearly a week of financial training (and nearly a week of John desperately trying and failing to get Chloe’s attention), the two finally met at a nerd get-together in a bar in Charlotte, North Carolina. One thing was officially settled that night: they were both terrible at Giant Jenga (and that, I don’t know, maybe we should hang out again or something). The next night, they took a midnight stroll through the downtown of the city, broke into the roof of a hotel, wandered around a cemetery, took a carriage ride with a horse named Charlotte (ha.) and ended up laying on the ground of a rooftop bar looking for an eclipse that was only visible in South America. After parting ways, with Chloe heading to Chicago and John heading to New Jersey, they decided it was in everyone’s best interest to keep texting. A few weeks later, John BS’ed a reason to fly to Chicago and Chloe was none-the-wiser. Toward the end of the stay, John asked Chloe for her hand in dating and, much to his surprise, she said yes (thoroughly ruining his back-up plan of pretending he was totally kidding).

It was not lost on John when Chloe texted him a picture of an engagement ring saying “hey I like this”. A few months later, Chloe took a trip to France. Coincidentally, without Chloe knowing, John also took a trip to France. They ended up running into each other in Nice (crazy how that happened). John also happened to get a room in a loft with a nice skylight on the harbor above an above-average gelato shop that fit two people. The stars truly aligned. Armed with snacks and the ignorance of tourists, they traveled to Mercantour National Park just outside of the city for some day hiking in the mountains. On the top of a mountain surrounded by nothing except trees, birds, and the sun seemed as good a place as any to pop the question. Much to John’s shock, Chloe once again said yes. They ended up in a rural mountain village devouring their snacks and fun French cheeses. All in all a good day.