Imagine, if you will, a 20-something girl on a date. Nothing unusual about that, right? She's about 5 feet tall, with short, dark brunette hair, deep brown eyes, and she's got a killer smile. Her date, Jason, is only a few inches taller than she is (and he wears lifts in his boots). He's cute, a year or two younger, and has light brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a somewhat stoned look about him (he always looks stoned).
They met earlier that day at the record shop where she works. He had asked her a little about music and then her name. He left, then showed up 15 minutes later with a single red rose and a proposal for a date that night. She'd readily accepted.
They went for something low-key... a quiet dinner at her house prepared by him. After that, they decided to go out for a cup of joe.
So here we are, at the diner, watching the two sip some coffee with a couple of her friends. After a bit, two other people show up. One is her ex-sister-in-law, Kim, just back from a trip to Spain. The other is someone the girl has never met before.
Cue cheesy 80s soundtrack.
His name is Harry, and he is her future husband.
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