Just kidding. It was a regular old Arizona night. She was wearing what every girl dreams of wearing when she meets her prince charming... a black t-shirt and jeans, her typical work uniform. He was wearing gym clothes and had his long hair tied up into a knot. If fairytales were true, the first thing she said to him would have been magnificent; Shakespearian; memorable. But she was a high schooler working a part-time job as a hostess, so her first words to him were, "Hi, Welcome to Texas Roadhouse!" We laugh at this story now, but if anything had gone differently that night- if he hadn't come in to get bread rolls, and she hadn't asked him what the tattoo on the back of his arm meant- we might not be where we are now. And that is the (short and sweet, easy-to-follow, awkward-laugh-free) story of how we met.