Trish is twenty-eight. She’s unemployed, overweight, single and snarky. She knows all that. And if one more person - just one more person - tries to fix her, she might explode. Sahil is thirty-five. He has superpowers. Well, kind of. He seems to think so, anyway. He’s also hot (in a geeky kind of way, but still). And he plays the guitar, helps the underprivileged and talks about his feelings. Aren’t guys like that supposed to exist only in fantasies? When Trish and Sahil meet, magic happens. Real magic, you know, like fireworks, electricity, that sort of thing. But here’s the problem. Trish doesn’t want anyone in her life. She has enough to deal with - dependent parents, flaky neighbours, bitchy editors, the works. And yet, Sahil is determined to be in her life.