The Things We Live By

As far as similarities go, Ruth and Rory's might be in the negatives.

Ruth is a blade of brutal honesty, Rory is the model of perfect Irish manners; she's darkness, he's light; she's heavy rock turned all the way up with the car top down, and he's an acoustic strumming with the rain pattering on the window in the background.

When they meet, the laws of the universe dictate that the end result should be a gory mess of screamed half-sentences and deadly glares. But as it turns out, Ruth and Rory might have more to learn from each other than they ever thought they could.