Harlow just wants to make a good documentary. No distractions. No attachments. Just her camera, her final film project, and one chance to prove she's talented enough to make it in the industry. Then she meets Indie. A struggling musician with unfinished songs, a tiny apartment covered in posters, and a habit of looking at Harlow like she already knows every secret she's trying to hide. What starts as a simple student documentary slowly turns into late-night filming sessions, rooftop conversations, convenience store runs at 2 a.m., and songs Harlow swears are starting to sound a little too personal. The more Harlow films, the harder it becomes to tell where the documentary ends and her feelings begin. And maybe some stories were never meant to stay behind the camera.