Chapter one
Our Story
2019 · Little Malop St
It started, as the best things do, with terrible weather and good coffee.
Mia was three minutes early and one umbrella short. Jack was the stranger under the café awning who, without a word, tilted his over both of them while they waited out a Geelong downpour that nobody had forecast. By the time it cleared, two flat whites had gone cold on the windowsill and neither of them had any intention of leaving.
Eight years later, that umbrella lives — genuinely — in a box in the hallway. We’ve since collected a small flat, a worryingly large record collection, a rescue greyhound named Biscuit, and a shared and unshakeable belief that the best plans are the ones you make standing in the rain.
When Jack proposed, it was raining again. Of course it was. We wouldn’t have it any other way — and we’d love for you to be there when we make it official.
two flat whites &
a stolen umbrella
The proposal · 2026
A yes,
in the rain
No drone, no flash mob — just the two of us, a borrowed umbrella, and a question seven years in the making. Biscuit was the witness. He approved.
