On a sweltering summer day in Brooklyn, Paul and I were strangers. Paul was headed to hang with friends and of course, I was headed to rehearsal. The trains were a hot mess (which is nothing unusual), but for some reason things were extra disorganized. Paul and I kept getting thrown together on the wrong train, going the wrong way, and ending up at the wrong stop. We admitted later to each other that might've been the universe saying "if you two won't talk to each other, I'll give you something to talk about!" So, just before I could put my headphones back on and tune out the sounds of the underground, Paul asked, "where are you going?"....and the rest is....well, you'll see :)