They met in Philadelphia, through friends, at a bar called Morgan’s Pier on April 30th, 2022. One of those warm nights that wasn’t planned down to the minute, just a casual group hanging out by the water at sunset.

Brie had actually been to Scott’s house, their house now, for a party after a night out once before. Somehow, their paths hadn’t crossed then. That night at the pier, they finally did. Scott lingered after many of his friends left. Brie, on a whim, gave him her number.

At the time, they were practically neighbors without knowing it. Scott was living on 5th Street; Brie had spent a year living just a block away, and when they met, she had moved about three blocks down. A friendship took root, easy and unhurried, as they started spending more time together.

Their first unofficial date was when Scott invited Brie to a Rüfüs Du Sol concert with a group of his friends, people she’d only met once or twice, but quickly felt comfortable around. Their first official date came a few weeks later, on June 13th, at Apricot Stone, a cozy neighborhood spot. In the heat of Summer, Scott walked the three blocks to Brie’s place with two bottles in hand - a white and a red - just in case, and they strolled the few more to dinner. Neither remembers exactly what they talked about, only that they stayed until the place closed.

From there, things just clicked. Morning texts, pictures of their dogs—Boots and Chance—and a rhythm that felt right from the start. What began as something simple became something steady. Weekends blurred, routines blended, and somewhere along the way it all just made sense.