April 2020. Covid. Isolation. Tiger King. Boxed wine. The girl: A young makeup artist who's run away from Brooklyn to stay with her friend in a tiny Blacksburg apartment. The boy: a bright-eyed guitar virtuoso sitting in his Upper East Side studio apartment alone. The internet. Boy and girl see each other's profiles. One has a lightning bolt, a skull and a rose. The other, a Shakedown Street lyric. A secret language. A fandom. They swipe right. They start texting, and then FaceTiming, and soon they forget all about the Grateful Dead. The conversations become daily, until they don't ever really end - it's just one long conversation. June 21, 2020. Girl is back in Brooklyn. Boy leaves his neighborhood for the first time in 3 months for their first date. The date lasts 1,225 days. October 29, 2023. Gaansvoort Hotel. Boy puts the final balloon bouquet in place, and puts the champagne on ice. Tonight's the night. He goes home, pulls the ring from his pocket, and gets down on one knee. He professes his undying, everlasting love for her. She's in the kitchen, in her pajamas, taking out the trash. It's perfect. She says yes. December 31, 2024. Norfolk, Virginia. Boy and girl tie the knot, ringing in the New Year, celebrating with their closest family and friends. See you there.