Man listen! We met in July 2007 at Foot Locker, and let us just say, we had no idea what was to come. This was our first job and we were the youngest new employees. Initially, I (Vic) was drawn to Jordan not because he was loud, talkative, and a little too energetic but because he had on them “Black Cat” Air Jordan Retro 4’s and I thought they were FIRE! I (Jordan) couldn't say the same for Vic. She came to work in some bap black Air Zoom Huaraches. So, over the next couple of months, I would always ask her “aye Vic, you date me if I had these shoes on?” and she always told ya boy “yeah!” Alright, so boom, fast forward to June 28, 2011, Jordan and I were headed to see Transformers 2, on a date, and it was a whole monsoon outside. I (Jordan) picked Vic up from her momma crib, against my own mother's advice about the weather, because I wasn't trying to hear none of that. So we started cruising down i485, and ended up hydroplaning, leaving my (Jordan) beloved mustang (Shelby) totaled with us standing in the middle of the grassy, wet, median with one umbrella. Crazy romantic, right? Nah, but thankful. I ain't go hold you, if y’all could have seen the car we probably should have both been killed. When my (Vic) family arrived, my sister said, "wow y’all made it through that... y'all might as well start dating." And that, family and friends, is the date our relationship began. Nine years later, Jordan asked me to marry him and, of course, I said Yes!