Rebecca has hated Floyd since the moment he moved in next door and accidentally launched a bottle rocket through her Valentine's Day wreath. That was three years ago. She has not forgiven him. She has a list.
Floyd thinks Rebecca is the most uptight, over-planning, wreath-obsessed woman he has ever met. He also thinks about her constantly. He would never admit this.
Every February 14th, their lives collide in a spectacular, humiliating, flower-covered disaster.
This year is supposed to be different. Rebecca has a date. Floyd has a plan. The universe, apparently, has other ideas.
