I spend most of my life waiting for the perfect time to make things happen. That perfect moment rarely exists as a time in the future, but is almost always NOW. Last month I hopped on a plane to LAX with a dream and an extremely blank itinerary. One night while attempting (and failing) to capture the sunset at Santa Monica Pier, I met two complete strangers who entertained me for the next hour while we conquered an impromptu photo shoot. Sometimes the perfect moment comes straight to you at the perfect time. These two proved that there’s no such thing as too many stuffed animal prizes.