We met one night when going out for Cinco De Mayo with some mutual friends. The night started rocky with a little fender bender on the way to the Rumba Room (a Salsa Club in Universal City), Ciso (or Cesar which I thought was his name at the time) hit his head on the headrest, but no major injuries thank goodness. We got to the club and after waiting about 40 minutes in line to get in, we finally made it in! Our friends immediately took off to hit the Salsa dance floor and we stuck behind feeling intimidated by the expert salsa crowd. A little while later we ventured upstairs to the hip hop room and decided to partner up for dancing, and the rest is history!