Jared and Fiona met the good ole-fashioned way: at a bar. At Whistlestop she deliberately sat across from the cute dude with pink cheeks. He was struck by the pretty (and feisty it soon came to be known) girl who drew him out of his shell. Moments later, he shattered the quick rapport with awkward moves on the dance floor. Somehow, though, Jared managed to get Fiona's number. They wrote off subsequent dates as a short-term thing, on account of Jared soon departing for an 80-day European trip, and Fiona wasn't looking for anything serious. Thing is, they screwed up and fell for each other. Looking back now, they pinpointed the day when deeper feelings took hold. It began with a sunset surf session, gold and orange hues animating their conversation. That night they caught a show at the Casbah. Distorted guitars, scuzzy walls, and a band named Yuck. While seemingly not the picture of romance, it was perfect.