Sometimes what we have is not enough.
She doesn't know his name and he doesn't know hers, but they just might be perfect for each other. Alexander Velazquez, an ambitious lawyer from a working-class neighborhood, and Evelyn Sinclair, a daughter of privilege trying to make it on her own, are strangers living parallel yet very different lives. Alex finds himself deeply entrenched in the life of an unredeemable client, and Evelyn realizes she's committed herself to a company with questionable ethics.
They are both brokenhearted workaholics constantly trying to keep up with the demands of family and friends. What they both want is to find meaning in their lives; what they're doing is looking in the wrong directions. As they watch each other through their office windows, all they can do is wonder about what might happen if they took a chance on the stranger across the street.
In this just-miss he-said/she-said from Candela (Life Over Easy), Evelyn Morgan Reed-Sinclair is a reluctant socialite returning to San Francisco a hundred pounds lighter after a year in Paris and a hundred times more worldly after discovering her art teacher/lover was a married man. Accompanying her gay best friend, James, to his Web job one day, Evelyn is mistaken for a temp and decides to move from rich dilettante to working girl. Meanwhile, Alexander Velazquez, a wunderkind lawyer from a working-class Bay Area family, gets fired from his high-priced Manhattan firm (after suggesting that the cleaning staff unionize) and comes home to San Francisco as well, taking a high-powered but icky job for the money. Evelyn and Alex work in adjacent office buildings and readers can guess the rest. Their story, told in a wry first-person by the two, alternately has some nice almost-encounters and internal ditherings, but they're overly drawn out. Overwritten secondaries tip the scales.