Her rising sign is confident. Her love life? Completely up in the air. I run an airport newsstand, selling overpriced snacks and gossip mags to people flying off to places I’ve only dreamed about. I know flight schedules like other people know coffee orders. Most people tend to think I’m a little too much—too bright, too weird, too into “hippie things”. But I’ve got a business plan and a suitcase that I swear I’ll use one day. Enter Keaton—the polished, put-together businessman who actually listens to my ideas. He’s not my usual type, and after a disastrous first date (think goose egg, black eye, and the universe screaming NO), we both take the hint. And yet… he keeps showing up at my kiosk. Against all odds—I keep liking him more. Then there’s the mystery texter—my cousins all think he’s fishing. A wrong-number message turned into inside jokes and late-night check-ins with a stranger I’ve never met but completely trust. Now I’m stuck between the guy I should want and the one I can’t stop thinking about. So tell me, universe—where’s my sign? Because the heart doesn’t always follow a flight plan.