It was an unusually warm June day in 2016. Becca was living in a small 2-bedroom apartment in Astoria, Queens. Lorcan was couch surfing in neighboring Woodside, Queens and had been in NYC for approximately 3 weeks. A new Irish bar, Passage, had opened up around the corner from Becca's apartment and she and her roommate decided to check it out "for just, you know, one cocktail." Cut to probably 7pm (and 1+ cocktail later) and two musicians start playing live Irish "trad" music. Becca decides she wants to sing with them and goes up on stage. At this point, Lorcan has entered the bar with friends (hi Aveen! hi Maeve!) right around the moment Becca forgets the words to the song she's singing. He's convinced she forgot them because he was so handsome. But he thought she was pretty adorable too. Becca slinks back to her seat at the bar and they begin to chat. What they talked about exactly is anyone's guess, but it was obviously a good enough conversation to warrant a date that coming week. After a first date at The Pomeroy in Astoria where he discovered her love for macaroni and cheese and she discovered his accent was sometimes hard to understand, they knew it was something good.