A down and out writer meets an enigmatic barista while doing a book signing. But the writer is oh so too damaged. What will happen?
This was predictable and hit some pet peeves of mine.
Told in alternating point of view. It left no room for any mystery. Because each character explained, in exhausting and consistent inner monologues, every single thing.
I actually stopped reading when the following question was asked:
Will you be my girlfriend?