The story so far
Melbourne,
2021 — 2026
They met over lukewarm dumplings at a friend's housewarming in Northcote. Mei was explaining why brutalist architecture was actually romantic. Soren — three beers deep and genuinely curious — asked her to prove it. She took him to a carpark in Collingwood the next Saturday. He brought coffee.
What started as weekend walks through concrete buildings became something harder to name. Soren cooked Danish food badly and improved slowly. Mei discovered she cared about someone's opinion on curtains. They adopted a cat named Bjorn who respects neither of them.
Five years and one overly sentimental proposal on the Lygon Street tram later, they are getting married among the vines — because Mei likes the architecture of the barrel room, and Soren likes that they pour generous glasses.