For the love of God, why didn’t I swipe left? If I had, then I wouldn’t be trying to gracefully flee my disastrous online date’s apartment. Simple, clueless, but oh, so pretty, with his unhealthy snacks and lack of basic hygiene, this guy was nearly the second biggest mistake of my life. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Just as I make my escape, the first responders descend. There’s been a chemical spill in the area, and the whole building is under quarantine. The same building where Rory, my ex and current biggest mistake of my life resides. That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. Now my choices are to live in the building’s lobby, return to disaster date where I’d be expected to Netflix and chill, or stay with my ex until this whole nightmare is over. My ex wins because there’s no way that backstabber will tempt me again. Fool me once and all that. Unless I learn he’s not a backstabber at all. If only I’d swiped left.