Amy and Brandon met on July 31, 2015, at a bar in Philadelphia named Woody’s, a particularly infamous spot in Midtown Village. Brandon was out with a friend, celebrating having just presented his dissertation proposal. He ordered drinks for the two of them, but as he picked them up and turned to walk away from the crowded bar, he knocked into the girl standing next to him, spilling two vodka cranberries (really, Brandon?) all over her and ruining her white shoes.

That girl was Amy.

Brandon made amends by offering Amy napkins and a drink, and the two were inseparable for the rest of the night—so much so that Amy’s friends assumed they must have already known each other.