Lucky that Parra, a skinny kid from LA found himself at college and Kozlow, the girl from just down the coast, also ended up at the same place. More serendipitous, perhaps, especially if this were cinema, is that they crossed paths at a coffee shop. Foreshadowing and all. They had a kid, three actually, but the first took both of their names and started a coffee company with his father, no longer quite the skinny kid from LA, thus fulfilling the prophecy of their long ago coffee rendezvous. Between them designing, barista-ing, and living a little differently, the story continues here. Kozlow Koffee. Roasted Delicately in the Pacific Northwest, as they say.