We first met in a knife skills class at the Art Institute of Houston, where we were studying culinary arts and how to keep our fingers intact until graduation. We liked each other, a lot, but the timing was all wrong and eventually, we lost touch. Until I needed an extra pair of hands for an event in Chicago. I knew exactly who to call - Julius! We packed our bags, loaded the car and headed to the Windy City. The event turned out to be a disaster, but catching up and biking Lakeshore Drive at sunrise was well worth the trouble. After the trip, we knew that initial spark, not quite enough to light a pilot, but certainly enough to try again, was all we would ever need to find our way back to each other.