It all started on a Sunday Funday at The Jetty—back when it was the spot to be. I (Kayla) was 24, fresh off a long beach day with my friends, and Connor was 26, meeting up with a mutual friend... wearing a sweatshirt tied around his waist. (It was August. He claims he's always prepared.) We were introduced while my hands were full of drinks and, without much to say, I blurted out, “I have to get back to my friends!” That could’ve been it—but Connor was persistent. He stopped me at the bar later and offered to buy me a drink. Naturally, I said, “Of course!” That night ended with a walk home along the beach—just the two of us. I remember my cousin Samantha texting me, a little worried that I was wandering the beach with a total stranger. I reassured her: “He’s a really nice guy... and he has a sweatshirt around his waist—how dangerous could he be?” From that week on, we were inseparable. We hung out three times in the first few days. Our first date was on the beach—my happy place—and quickly, our lives began to revolve around each other. Since then, we’ve shared spontaneous trips with no return flights, booked hotels after landing, and chased fresh powder during ski season. Our lives together are nothing short of exciting—with a healthy side of chaos (as most of you already know). But this is us. And we wouldn’t change a thing.