True story of how my parents met:
My mom was living in New York, and she and her friend went to a New Years Eve party. Everyone there was wearing all black (because that was apparently the trend at the time) except for this one guy wearing a turquoise sweater, so obviously she goes to talk to him. And he's holding this unopened bottle of champagne, but at this point it's after midnight so she asks, "what are you waiting for?" And no joke, my dad says, "You, I guess." And that's how my parents met.
Side note- my mom is (at the time) this petite little red haired lady in mid twenties who works as a photographer/ part time documentary filmmaker who wears blue mascara and cowboy boots and bomber jackets. My dad (at the time) is a 6ft tall painter from Arizona who moved to New York.
Tell me this isn't a fanfiction artist AU.
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