Three and a half years. One round table. Zero finished sentences.Miggy is hopelessly in love with Hannah, and hopelessly bad at saying so. Lucky for him, his best friend Angelo has a plan, a black notebook, and a suspicious amount of enthusiasm.Every "accidental" run-in. Every rearranged seat. Every dumpling-worthy poem. Hannah just laughs, rolls her eyes, and walks the long way around.But when Miggy finally decides to confess on his own, Angelo knows far too much, a friend keeps asking "Is he really helping?", and a mystery contact saved as a single dot is waiting on a text.Some friends cheer you on.Some are keeping score.What happens when the one pushing you toward love is the one who never wanted you to find it?