How it all began
Some stories begin with perfect plans, romantic set-ups, or a little bit of swipe-right destiny. Ours began with none of that—just a bit of luck and one open seat at Plonk in Missoula. The bar was packed—but there it was, like some cinematic cliché : one open seat. Just one….Right next to PJ. We talked for hours like old friends, swapping stories, not knowing that this casual encounter would be the beginning of everything.
And here we are now. Side by side, still swapping stories, and raising a glass to chance, timing, and the barstool that started it all.
“They say love doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it just waits quietly… in the middle of a noisy room… with one open seat.”
