Some couples meet on dating apps. Some across a crowded room. We met at the least romantic place possible: Restaurant Depot. Quishiana was working as the HR assistant and receptionist, and Matthew was the front end supervisor the serious guy who meant business. To be honest, Matthew was not her cup of tea. But then came the snowy night that changed everything. Matthew stopped by the reception to say goodnight, and they had a quick chat about their day. He left. But a few minutes later, in the middle of the storm, the door opened again. There he was, dusted with snow, holding a box of cannolis. And let me tell you — flowers are nice, jewelry is beautiful, but nothing melts a heart quite like Italian pastries in the middle of a blizzard. That’s when Matthew officially went from “not my type” to “oh no, he might actually be the one.” From that moment forward, our story grew sweeter (pun intended). And now, we are looking forward to celebrate the next chapter — proof that sometimes love doesn’t arrive the way you imagine it. Sometimes, it shows up in the snow… with a box of cannolis. #stmaartenmadeusdoit