She Was My Blind Date's Wingwoman — She Ended Up Being the One

I showed up at that little café in SoHo convinced I was about to have the most forgettable Tuesday night of my life. My cousin Laura had spent weeks hyping up her coworker Andrea — "sweet, stable, has a great 401k, you'll love her." What Laura forgot to mention was that Andrea wouldn't be coming alone. She brought a sidekick. A girl with chaotic energy, a messy bun, and eyes that seemed to see right through every wall I'd ever built. And within forty-five minutes, that girl would make me laugh so hard I choked on my latte, and completely dismantle everything I thought I knew about love.