Zuri Fashola sits down at the wrong table, and for two hours, she falls — completely, inconveniently, and without warning — for a man named Kojo Adebisi. Then her actual blind date walks over, and she learns Kojo is his older brother. She does the sensible thing: she stays with the right brother, the one she was supposed to meet, the one who makes sense on paper. But Kojo keeps appearing — same circles, same spaces, same pull that started the moment she sat down across from him — and he is not walking away. The question isn't whether Zuri can resist the wrong brother; it's whether anything about that night was ever really an accident.