A rooftop party in BGC. Two strangers arguing about architecture. She said Brutalist. He said Art Deco. They settled over drinks and never stopped talking.
Gallery openings, midnight drives, arguments about film versus digital. Every moment sharpened the focus of what they already knew — they were inevitable.
No elaborate setup. Just the two of them on a park bench. David said four words. Pia said one. The rest is this website.