Blindly in Quarantine

It was only supposed to be a two hour stopover. Instead, I'm going to be stuck in quarantine in a bland airport hotel for two weeks. No iPhone; no laptop; no one even to talk to.

Until Matt. A soothing presence over the hotel phone, fellow inmate and total cinnamon roll Matt rescues me from my loneliness.

I believe looks don't matter, and he's the one, sight unseen. He says that's a fairytale. I guess we'll find out the truth soon enough, during our first meeting.

Irina and Matt find each other in an unusual predicament; 'meeting' as faceless voices over the phone. I love a messy reveal following an intense distance romance, don't you? You might want to grab some popcorn for this one!