Mark Fischbach stormed out of his apartment, convincing himself not to cry. Who knew Septiplier wasn't meant to be? Mitch Grassi shuffled by his sleeping ex after a night of crying in his room. Scomiche just didn't work out. The two recent heartbreaks walk into the same café by coincidence, both of them tired of being recognized. Following a few dumb choices and a phone number on a napkin, maybe things will turn out great... Maybe.