They matched on Hinge. Paxton got Jenna's number under the very noble pretense of showing her photos of the Northern Lights (a lifelong bucket list item for her) he captured on the beach near his house, then promptly ghosted her for two weeks because he was, “on the Cape.” The New Yorker that she is, Jenna assumed he meant Cape May in New Jersey and couldn't understand for the life of her why he would go silent for two weeks if he was just chilling in Jersey. Of course he meant Cape Cod. Classic. When he finally resurfaced back in the city, he texted her to hang out while she was mid–half marathon—catching her at the exact peak of a runner’s high, where confidence is strong and judgment is questionable. Jenna said yes to meeting up. They grabbed a coffee (Jenna doesn't drink coffee) and ended up wandering Central Park for nearly three hours, talking about everything and nothing. Somewhere between the bad coffee and the long walk, it just clicked. They've been inseparable ever since.