Lyla Vasilievna is strongly attached to knowledge. With a list of eighty seven imaginary husbands, a mouth that splatters dark humor, and cracks in her religious beliefs; she has set ground on never letting a man in unless he is in it to stay. She has an immense love for flowers, cats, and children, but no body needed to know that. James Castellanos has his nose down his own books with not a single thought placed on his surroundings, or at least, that's what it looks like. With an incredibly kind and caring exterior and a serious crack in his interior from damages of his past, James doesn't quite hit the jack pot with his hidden narcissistic traits. What were the chances that James, for once, decided to lift his nose up and find Lyla? And how did the love of her life prove the opposite to the theory of a growing perpetuity?