In a cozy Brooklyn coffee shop, Wren is eating an entire, oversized box of chocolates, one decadent piece at a time. Sitting nearby, Cody—a charming, somewhat clueless novelist— can't help but comment on the spectacle. “You’re really going to eat that whole box?” he asks, all wide-eyed and bemused. Big mistake.

Wren’s response is swift and fiery: “Who gave you permission to watch me?” What follows is a hilariously tense, whip-smart verbal tennis match between a woman who refuses to shrink herself and a man who’s used to being adored for far less. Cody fumbles through missteps and accidental offenses while trying to decode Wren’s sharp tongue. Wren, for her part, is determined not to give an inch—but she’s intrigued by his novel, and that pisses her off.

As they spar over feminism, attraction, self-image, and whether it’s ever okay to accept a date from a man who made you feel weird about your snacks, sparks fly—intellectual, emotional, and maybe even romantic ones. But will Wren's inner feminist let her forgive Cody’s clumsy charm? And can Cody figure out how to genuinely engage with someone who doesn’t exist for his amusement?