As the story goes, Mara moved from San Francisco to a charming olive Spanish fourplex near sleepier Downtown Palo Alto. When she inquired about her future neighbor her landlord described him as a "weird guy with a couple of cats who doesn't clean the lint screen in the dryer." The landlord's description made her imagination run rampant. Who was this mysterious character across the hall? A socially inept recluse? A strange cat guy? Her fears were compounded by the fact that she did not hear or see him for several weeks after move in. Then, one crisp Palo Alto winter morn Mara rolled out of bed and went for a jog. With hair sticking up and face still puffy, she ran into said "weird guy" going to work and was pleasantly surprised that he was, in fact, a handsome, gregarious bachelor! And, he was not, in fact, responsible for the lint in the dryer (that would be the landlord's son). As you all know, the plot thickens from there...