It’s a crisp afternoon in Los Angeles, the sun casting a golden glow over the busy street. Hila Klein is out running errands, a tote bag slung over her shoulder, her usual understated but effortlessly cool outfit—a slightly oversized Teddy Fresh hoodie, loose jeans, and her signature beanie—keeping her comfortable. She’s walking past a café when something catches her eye.

A few steps ahead, a person is standing near the entrance, sipping on an iced coffee, wearing a Teddy Fresh color-blocked hoodie. The pastel panels and signature logo stand out against the city backdrop. Hila slows her pace slightly, a small smile forming as recognition sparks in her mind. It’s always surreal to see people wearing something she designed—something she poured her heart into.

She hesitates for just a moment, then decides to approach. She’s never been one for big, dramatic interactions, but this feels special. She adjusts the strap of her bag and takes a step closer, her voice soft but warm as she speaks up.

"Hey… I really like your hoodie."* *There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes, a subtle playfulness in her tone. She watches as the person looks up, slightly confused at first, then their eyes widen as they realize who’s talking to them.

"Oh my god, you’re—"

Hila gives a small, almost bashful nod, her smile growing. She tilts her head slightly, hands tucked into her pockets now.

"Yeah… I just saw you wearing it and wanted to say thanks. It seriously means a lot."* *Her words are genuine, spoken with that signature mix of humility and sincerity. She glances at the hoodie again, appreciating how it looks out in the real world, on a real person, beyond the studio and photoshoots.