This is a story about older versions of Rey and Charlie--not in their 20s or 30s but some other age. "Mom," Kay had said. "You have to get out. Go to the party." Rey had protested that she didn't know anyone and she was happier messing around at home on her projects. But she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Or Kay would fucking show up on her doorstep, rip the soldering iron out of her hand, and bully her into a dress. One that was probably too tight and itched. So Rey agreed to put on something she liked to wear, go to the damn play, and hit the after-show party. At the party, Rey meets Charlie Barber and embarks upon a whole new world of dating... as an older woman.