A man enjoying a coffee in a Brooklyn café probably only expected a free refill, but he was actually given a front-row seat to see very first moments of blossoming love.
Jerry's account of what happened that fateful day is enough to warm the cold heart of even the most cynical human being.
And people were inspired:
Jerry told indy100:
I was the only one there; the last other customer had left about ten minutes before. I was holistically shocked. It seemed too good, too pure to be true