Naomi Brown sucks at love. At the ripe age of eighteen, she's just about ready to give up on finding her kind of unrealistic, magical, fairytale-like, corny true love. Well... not really...as she's a hopeless romantic through and through - always on the lookout for her quote-unquote soulmate, be it consciously or unconsciously. But after one too many failed "almost" talking stages that go absolutely nowhere, she does what any desperate romantic would do: she begs for a sign. Any sign. JUST. A. SIGN. She just didn't expect that sign to be a football to the head... followed by four strange guys hovering over her as she lays dazed on the grass, having been absolutely yeeted off her seat. So now the real question is... Could one of them actually be her perfect match? Or is this just the start of a whole new set of misadventures?