We're getting married!

Scott had only heard rumors of Tiffany. Quite frankly, he didn't believe she was real or even existed. He had known Andrew, their mutual friend for years prior but never knew the one called Tiffany was a real living breathing person. The first time they ever met was barely a blip in their lives. Mere minutes they spent in each others' presence. As quickly as they had met, they disappeared from each other.

Andrew was having a birthday party out in Downtown Fullerton, where nothing good is ever known to happen. Then, as mutual friends do, they met once again. It had been months since they last saw each other. The night was young and the itch to dance was real. Scott convinced a few of the party to accompany him to a dance floor across the street, Tiffany being one of the lucky few. They danced, they laughed, they had jello shot. As the night began winding down, Andrew called for the ultimate drunk person comfort food: BCD Tofu House. Tiffany was checked out and ready to go home. Scott somehow convinced her that it would be a good idea to stay and hang out at BCD, even though she didn't eat or drink anything else. And thus the night ended on a good note between the two.

It was Brandon's birthday and he was having a party at his home. A stranger approached Scott. The stranger taunted him as he was confused as to who she was. You, the reader, of course, would know it is Tiffany. But throughout the night, the stranger taunted him continually as he could not figure it out. In the end, a game of beer pong was won (or lost) and she revealed her secret. For the remainder of the night, Scott apologized and kept playing around with her. Silly bets were made and they continued to laugh and grow closer.