Nothing like Rome

After a painful breakup, Atrice "Trici" Mejia decides to stop orbiting the past and start choosing herself. What begins as a quiet attempt at healing slowly turns into a journey of movement, new cities, new rhythms, and unfamiliar confrontations that refuse to stay surface-level.

Rome is supposed to be closure. Instead, it becomes friction.

A chance encounter with a man who seems to exist solely to challenge her, sharp, reserved, unyielding. Follows her from streets to flights, from irritation to unresolved tension. They don't flirt. They clash. And somehow, that collision lingers longer than it should.

Back in Switzerland, Trici steps into an independent glow-up era: structured, grounded, intentional. She lets go of waiting, stops explaining herself, and begins to live with clarity. Her avoidant ex, Shawn, notices the shift, not through confession, but through subtle probes and indirect messages that reveal more than he intends.

Then comes St. Vincent.

What was meant to be an escape turns into something far more layered. A work event overlaps with a long-planned vacation, bringing familiar tension into unfamiliar heat. Rivalry intensifies. Boundaries blur. Alcohol dulls defenses. Moments meant as jokes turn into rumors, and arguments sound dangerously close to intimacy when overheard.

While Trici actively chooses peace,
ignoring messages, prioritizing friendship, and protecting her space.

And when the noise finally fades, what remains is something quieter but more dangerous: two people sharing space, talking until exhaustion wins, realizing without naming it, that the line between dislike and desire was never as clear as they believed.