The year was 2008. Brady entered Indian Hill High School at roughly the same height he is today, and immediately fell for a blonde girl one grade up. The only problem....so did everyone else. Every. One. Else. While Hannah loves to claim she thought Brady was cute in high school, scholars maintain she likely did not know his first or last name. So Brady waited. And waited. And waited. About 10 years. Until the lovely Riley Irvine, now a bridesmaid of Hannah's, chose Colorado for her wedding, right up the hill from Brady's house. How convenient! It was at that moment Brady decided it was finally time to leave the porch - He messaged Hannah on Instagram offering his services as an emergency plus one to Riley's wedding. Some called it generous, other humble, selfless, the list goes on. From there, the conversation flowed, phone numbers were exchanged, and the long-distance relationship flourished (a global lockdown also helped). Brady told Hannah exactly when he would call her for the very first time. He called, braced himself to hear her voice, and waited. And waited. And waited. Voicemail. A moment now unsurprising to anyone that knows the lovely bride. But Hannah called right back, and 90 minutes later, the two knew they had something special. Hannah soon flew to Denver for a much-anticipated first date, and 11 months later, made the cross-country drive (Brady drove 90% of the time) to become a Denver resident. Brady and his roommates welcomed her with open arms - A much needed female presence in the house. A few months later, Brady and Hannah found there own place, but demanded to remain in the roommates group chat. The men of 43 S Jackson St obliged, and they remain in the group chat to this day. Fast forward to 2022, Brady and Hannah plan a trip to Italy. Say it with me: "How convenient!" Brady enlisted the help of his best man Cory to procure a ring, and on a rooftop in Florence, 3 bottles of wine deep, Hannah said yes.