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In a dimly lit speakeasy in Paris. It was raining, obviously. Julian was sitting alone, reading a book he wanted to be seen reading. Al walked in, effortlessly chic, ordering something complicated in perfect French (that he doesn't actually speak). Their eyes met across the room. Time stopped. A jazz band swelled. Someone dropped a glass. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Weeks later, they ran into each other again on a train through the Swiss Alps. That’s when they finally talked. Al made a joke. Julian laughed a little too hard. The rest, as they say, was history. … Anyway. They actually met on Hinge. Al was 45 minutes late (a strong first impression), and instead of leaving, Julian waited. Not only that, Julian then came with Al to his stand-up show that same night, fully unaware of what he was getting himself into. Somewhere between the questionable punctuality and the questionable jokes… it worked. And that’s how this whole thing started.