He had just moved to the Bay from San Diego and was looking for a bank to use. I worked at Collage Clothing Boutique on Lakeshore next to Wells Fargo. We parked next to each other in the parking garage and I had glanced over - a bit too long - long enough for him to notice and say something. I tried to pretend I never heard him and escape by the back door, but it was locked, so we ended up walking around to the entrance together. And the rest was history.

Ours was super low key. I was home waiting for him to finish work, he just busted through the door and got down on one knee. Boom!