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.