"You've been staring at that chick for awhile now. Planning on making a move?" the older brother, once again in his role, Kevin was trying to prod Nick into action.

"Always," he said, flashed his "I'm hot, now watch my magic" grin and started to approached the admired girl. To his satisfaction, the object of his affection had also made a move towards him, across the coffee house's crowded seating area. Before he could say a word, she began to speak.

"Look, I know what you are going to say, but before you do, you'll have to know that you'll be rejected, so don't even bother," she said bluntly, with a smile.

"How rejected?" Nick asked, seeing a glimmer of a playful spirit in her smile.

"Horribly rejected. You are not my type," she answered with an apologetic shrug.

"C'mon, don't you think I'm hot?" he asked.

"Not at all. You, however, are. Learn from him, and then you might have a shot. I'd go out with you in a second," she said, turning to Kevin.

"Uh, I'm attached," he said, not sure what to make of her. He quickly escaped the situation.

"Now that we've both been rejected, I'm Brie. And don't bother telling me your name, my cousin's from Montreal and you sir are the only person she talks about," she stated, shaking his hand as pulled him to her table.

A few hours later, after talking about a variety of different subjects, Brie stood up, declared she had to leave, and proceeded to head for the door. Nick was after her in a second, nearly knocking over his chair as he hurried to catch up to her.

"Brie, wait! Can I have your number?" he asked, blocking her way out of the café.

"Why bother? I already said that I'd never date you," she answered, holding back a smile.

"I don't want to date you. You're not my type. But you look like you might be fun to have around. C'mon," he pleaded.

"Fine," she sighed, acting as though it were the worst thing in the world to be doing.

And the rest is history.