An NBA star just moved in across the hall. He hates LA, hates noise, and hates me—probably.
I’m Nicole Farrarah, an entrepreneur whose life is currently held together by optimism and caffeine.
The first time I meet Dominic Neelson, he’s standing in the hallway with a key in his hand, my dog at his feet, and a look that suggests this was not how he imagined his first day in Los Angeles going.
But somewhere between chance encounters, messy afternoons, more dog related disasters, and a few borrowed eggs, things begin to shift. Glances last a beat too long. Smiles come easier.
And being near him starts to feel like my favorite part of the day. But I want to build something in LA, and his career has never stayed in one place.
And I can feel the moment coming when one of us will have to decide.
