Turning thirty wasn’t supposed to be a crisis.
Ellie’s over her evil ex, ready to put herself out there, and definitely not spiraling about the state of her game (or lack thereof).

But after some spectacularly bad flirting and one very unexpected complication, her plan for chill, drama-free personal growth might be… on fire.

Which feels rude, since-ya know-she fights fires for a living.

No trope is safe from me, not even Friends With Benefits.