Our Story
It started in a Tesco car park in Stockport — not exactly the stuff of fairy tales, but then again, nothing about us has ever been conventional.
Alex parked up and waited. Viktorija jumped in. Within minutes, the chewing gum started. The noise was relentless. She was furious. He was oblivious. Somehow, she stayed in the car.
We drove to Dukes 92, found a table, and talked for hours over a couple of drinks. By the end of the evening we were back at Alex's — he cooked pasta, mixed cocktails, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Between the adventures — Milan at Christmas, Tomorrowland at its most ridiculous, deserts and cities and everything in between — the two of us just kept turning up for each other.
Years later, wandering the sunlit streets of Valletta, Malta, neither of us quite knew what was about to happen. Not even Alex — though he'd been quietly carrying a ring the entire time. A stunning thing, set in a spotlight box.
We found a bench and sat down, catching our breath from the city. Alex knew Viktorija wouldn't want an audience, so he waited — patient, still — until the last person drifted out of the park. Then he asked.
Viktorija sobbed. Properly sobbed.
Afterwards, convinced there'd be no record of it, no photo, nothing — a French couple appeared from nowhere, slipped quietly into the scene, and captured the whole thing on video. When Alex asked how she'd known, the woman smiled and said: "We're women. We know when we see two nice people sitting on a bench." ❤️
Video Proof
