We’re getting married!

You see, Brian worked at TFM long before I did so he knew a lot about each department—while I was about two weeks employed in the bakery there. It was one of those days, you know the kind where you feel, look, act, and pretty much are a newbie at work and everything is just so damn uncomfortable?—well that was me, and at that particular moment I just needed to hide somewhere, anywhere. The only way to get to the break room was to go upstairs (and I wasn't in the mood to take the stairs either). I headed toward the elevator, and I see someone is already going in (Brian). ‘Great!’ I think to myself, my thoughts now anxiety-fueled—‘Another stranger, I guess i'm taking the stairs after all—crap he’s looking at me! I don't want to be rude and run past him--and now he's holding the door for me! No choice.’ I don't remember if I thanked him for holding the door or not, I was way too busy being nervous about the fact that I was stuck on a small, slow-moving elevator with a BIG (and slightly angry-looking) guy. We stood in silent agreement to not speak until there was enough space between us for a proper conversation...a conversation which I didn't know how to start in the first place...'Not happening.'.. Brian must have caught onto the vibe I was giving off, (or maybe beacause I ran off the elevator) because the next time I saw him, he had a completely different approach. I was in another anxiety-ridden situation, closing the kitchen alone for the first time. There was so much to do, I knew there was no way I was getting home before midnight. It got late, and I thought everyone left for the night, then I noticed Brian at the bakery counter—looking right at me. I didn't have a chance to get nervous that time, because the moment I saw him he goes: "Would you like a hand? My name is Brian by the way." He didn't look/sound mean at all. In fact, he was so sweet about it, I wasn't entirely sure it was the same guy on the elevator just a few days ago! (continued on part II)

Brian made closing the kitchen look easy, he finished it way faster than I could have. We clocked-out together and he told me he would lend me a hand any time I asked. I didn't see Brian much after that day, we chatted briefly during our breaks here and there, but soon after that, I was offered a job elsewhere--and at the time anything seemed better than closing that kitchen again. On my last day at TFM, I purchased some plants for my apartment and Brian was on register. He rang me out, and I let him know that it was my last day there. He offered to carry my plants to my car for me, I didn't think twice about it since that was the norm for any customer. Once packed, he asked if we could maybe hang out sometime and added me on Facebook, in which I agreed to until I saw he clearly had a girlfriend. I remember telling him “I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate that at all." We laughed it off because we were just acquaintances. And I left... I’ll let Brian finish the story: Turns out, waiting until it's your crush's last day of work to make a move wasn’t my best idea. I was certain watching her tiny chevy pull away was the last time I was ever going to see her. I was officially dating someone else at the time, but that relationship had ended soon after. 2 months passed, and no matter what I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about Danielle since she left, I didn’t like the idea of not getting the chance to get to know her better. I needed to see her again! Finally, with the persuasion of some rum I decided to try and reach out to her and see how she was doing. Speed forward a few months, after making sure I wished her a good morning and a good night every single day, slow conversations built up to daily phone calls. After more courage and some smooth talking we decided to meet back up to where it all began. I never believed in true loves first kiss until doing so with her. Time, traffic, and all other surrounding elements stood still in blissful silence...