MR Kyle Per Bladt Knudsen
MRS Annie Nicole Ransom
Kyle and Annie met in Nashville at a restaurant. Kyle was working the bar and Annie was the sous chef. We’re being vague about the restaurant because as the industry goes, Annie still has PTSD. Anyway, here's a side story, one that explains (once and for all) the whole Curtis and Agatha thing. And us, for that matter.
So that restaurant got a review on yelp one day.
Annie, with the rest of the staff, read it and thought “Who the hell is Curtis?
Until a few weeks later… When Kyle (the new guy) was working at the bar, and Annie came out of the kitchen and saw… A misleading tattoo. “I AM CURTIS.” on the back of Kyle’s arm. But actually, just a poorly spaced “IAN CURTIS”… musician tatts… am I right?
So Annie started dogging on and calling Kyle “Curtis” and in return, he started calling her Agatha. And then he started bringing americanos to the kitchen labeled AGATHA. And then he asked for Annie’s phone number. And the first time they talked, they talked for hours, and she said “I can’t go out with you, I’m moving to New York.” and he said “Oh yeah? I’m moving to New York, too.”
