An American girl walks up to a bar and says “Hi” to a British guy. He grabs her ass and buys two tequila shots.
That was their beginning in Wanaka, New Zealand, where they were working at the same ski field for the 2008 season. She’d sneak free mochachinos to him from the café. He picked the first purple flowers of Spring to bring to her behind the cappuccino machine. Then ski season ended, bringing a crashing end to their legal right to stay in New Zealand. They had to leave.