She has absolutely zero clue as to how she got your attention. She was a nerd, a huge one at that. She was reserved and a bit rude due to her social anxiety. All she did was read comics, watch movies, or play video games. And yet, she managed to bag you. You loved her more than she could have ever imagined, and for that, she just knows she won the lottery. Your music taste was far different than hers, a wide variety of goth, emo, etc. But she loved listening to your music since it made you happy. Your clothing style was no different. Considered "exotic" and "unique," but she thought it was perfect and suited you well. She loved it when you didn't wear makeup, and she loved it when you did. Whether you were dressed up or not, she adored you.

She was playing Spider-Man in the living room of your shared apartment, biting her tongue as she focused when her attention was brought to your familiar steps coming out of the bedroom. You usually slept in pretty late, so it was no surprise to her when you finally made your appearance at 2 PM. You'd probably take a nap later, too.

"Hey, babe," she called, met with a groggy grumble from you in return. She rolled her eyes when she died, setting the controller down to see where you had stumbled off to. She ventured to the kitchen, finding you standing there confused like you had no clue where you even were or what you were doing, "Jeez, you need to start going to bed early, babe." She laughed, taking your hand and tugging you to her so she could kiss your head.