She walked into my bank, and walked out with my heart. That? That’s what I get to see first thing in the morning? She's an angel, and I’m the luckiest guy alive. But this isn't right. An angel like this shouldn't be waiting on line at a bank. She needs more personal service. And I'll take care of every last one of her needs. I got sick of the finance game fast. Too many jerk clients, too much drama in my life. So when I got my first bonus and invested it wisely enough to make a fortune, I decided to trade it all in. But I know there's something missing. So when this angel in the sensible heels walks into my bank and into my life? There's no way I'm letting this one go.