Every love story starts somewhere — ours started at Boston Pizza. Allison was working as a server, and Dan was a familiar face… a regular who came in a little more often than he’d like to admit. We also had mutual friends, so even before we really knew each other, we’d crossed paths plenty of times in group hangs. One night, Dan came in with friends for a few drinks — but when everyone else headed out, he stayed behind (classic). He hung around until closing, and when it was finally time to leave, he left a hefty tip and casually asked Allison for a ride home. Somehow, she said yes — and that ride home turned into the beginning of everything. The rest is history… and we can’t wait to celebrate with all of you.