It was tragedy upon tragedy. With the hope of escaping the horrid fate, she made the ultimate decision of leaving the comforts of her hometown and move to the city where she finds herself immersed in the smell of coffee and new beginnings. The future looked bright until one drunken night, a man of many mysteries came into the picture. Amidst the fated meetings and incidents, she finds herself waltzing in the palm of his hand. Is this a cause for a new storm or a new found refuge?