Yet another example of the tired “guy is a jerk until the right woman comes along” trope for your consideration. You can almost predict the meet (not) cute and the impending “romance”. You know, cuz girls secretly like the jerky, moody types. (Isn’t misogyny cute?)
Anyway, our gal Anna has taken up residence in a friend’s seaside cottage when she wanders into the ever so moody Roc Farrant. (Honestly, the name should have been a solid warning.) He is a jerk, but that’s okay. He just needs the right woman to understand his deep, artistic soul.
I think I threw up in my mouth.