We met each other while working at Jean-Georges Restaurant in NYC. It was my (Rachel) first day of learning my new pastry station, while Luke had already been working in the kitchen for a few months. We really didn't interact with each other until I committed the most heinous of all culinary acts (well, to Luke at least)...I used his microwave without permission. It's safe to say that he flipped out. LONG STORY SHORT: we got into a microwave quarrel. Definitely not a good first impression. Some time passed by and we eventually started talking to each other, as expected, because he worked directly next me after all. He liked to mess with my workstation when I wasn't present, i.e., hiding my kitchen tools, drawing smiley faces on random objects, and turning my cake molds upside down. Eventually, he casually asked me out on a date when we were at our local bar. What was supposed to be a quick little coffee date turned into an eight-hour day full of fun. We walked the entirety of Manhattan, from the east side to the west side, making a bunch of stops along the way, such as buying Greek pastries and exploring all eleven floors of the Macy's in Herald Square. Needless to say, we went on several more dates. Luke's Version Soooooooooo, we actually met on New Year's Eve of 2017, which Rachel has no recollection of. We were at the afterparty for Jean-Georges NYE dinner service when our mutual friend, Annie, introduced the two of us. We only talked for about five minutes, then Rachel left to go to a different party (too cool for us, I guess). Even though it was a short conversation and the microwave debacle happened, there was something about her that was infatuating to me.

Luke took me out on a shopping spree. After coming home with a great clothing haul I had to put on a little fashion show (it's just what you do). Luke was in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom, putting my first outfit on. Luke wanted me to notify him when I was coming out of the room. I found it to be a little odd, but shrugged it off. I showed him the first outfit and went back to the room to change into the second one. NOW THIS IS WHERE I MESSED UP, Y'ALL. I think Luke wanted me to notify him EACH TIME I was coming out of the room, but I didn't know that at the time. So what did I do? I came barging out with my second outfit, only to see Luke on his knee fiddling with a box. I caught him mid-fiddle, y'all. We quickly made eye contact before I swiftly shut the door on him out of shock, making guttural noises along the way. After a solid minute (still on his knee, poor guy) of trying to get me to open the door, I finally collected myself and said "yes!". Luke's Version Short Story: couldn't get the ring out of my pocket in time, she opened the door, flipped out, slammed the door, I spent the next five minutes asking her to open the door again. Then she said yes (after a short breakdown).