Our Story
Kyle and Rachel met when Rachel moved in next door. A few days into unpacking, she noticed her closet wall was strangely hot to the touch; her landlord, mysteriously, insisted she ask the neighbor for help. That neighbor was Kyle, who saved the day and smoothly passed along his number “for future emergencies.”
Rachel never called. Never texted. Kyle spent the next year wondering if he’d given her the wrong number.
One year later, on an unusually warm November day in Santa Monica, they were both spending Thanksgiving alone. With their tiny studio apartments, they each propped their front doors open for some air. Rachel bumped into Kyle while walking her dog, Rococo. They started talking, and from that day on, they were together every day.
