Our Story We actually met in the most unlikely of places … Halloween night. We were both out with one simple goal: to have fun. Somehow, that night led us to Centro. I was dressed as an ’80s workout girl in neon green leggings, hot pink socks, a high tight ponytail, and just enough makeup to commit to the costume. Peter was dressed as a police officer and let’s just say his uniform was very lightly buttoned, doing absolutely nothing to hide his chest and abs. At the time, I wasn’t looking for anyone. I was there with my girls, focused on fun and fully committed to the idea of not entertaining anyone. Peter, however, had other plans and he was persistent in the most respectful way. First a drink offer (declined), then another (also declined), and then… champagne. That got my attention. I checked in with my girls, and since champagne was involved, the decision was unanimous. We joined him at his table, and from that point on, the night turned into hours of flirting, teasing, and dancing. Peter was a complete gentleman clearly interested, but never overstepping and we spent the rest of the night laughing and enjoying each other’s company until the club finally closed. As we walked outside, I was fully prepared to pull a classic Miami-girl move and disappear without giving him my number. I was almost gone when he grabbed my hand and said, “No !! You have to give me your number. You can’t go.” And that was it. The rest, as they say, is history.