e met in Y Combinator's Winter '23 batch, during the kind of months that compress your life into pitch decks, group chats, and the occasional awkward happy hour. At first, we talked like founders do—about latency, burn rate, market size. Then we kept talking, even when we didn't have to.
Somewhere in the haze of late nights and takeout containers, things shifted. We started spending time outside of work. Knitting was involved, briefly—something Nicholas picked up in a middle school home economics class and never thought he'd use again.
We went on our first date at Harris'. Then another. Then we stopped counting. Now we're getting married. YC helped us find product-market fit—just not the kind we expected.
