"It's a classic!" * * * Milo Evans loves romance. The corniest, cheesiest, cringeworthy kind. Give him all the second-hand embarrassment in the world, he loves it. Owen Wynn hates romance. After a shit ton of unrequited love, he's developed an annoyance for anything lovey-dovey. Instead, he prefers a good horror film. Milo falls hard and he falls fast. But no matter how hard he tried to make his life a movie, he was never the main character. He never even got a spin off. It wasn't that he was too shy to confess, being a theater kid made him extremely confident in himself. He never shied away from telling a guy he was cute or batting his eyelashes and twirling his hair a little too much. Owen has given up on finding the love of his life. Every time he confessed he was met by an "I'm straight..." or a "Sorry, dude, I don't feel the same." It didn't matter who it was, he never found someone who loved him back. No one had ever even approached him, never at a bar or in a coffee shop. So what does Owen do when the (annoyingly) cute redhead approaches him?