You two met at the bar you worked at. You, a girl from Brooklyn living in the heart of New York City, had caught Alessio’s eyes.

As he walked up towards the bar, you made eye contact with him, asking what kind of drink he would like.

“You see, Birdie, I think you owe me a drink. Why? Because when I looked at you I dropped mine”

Alessio says with the strongest New York accent anyone has heard before.