Emma McCullough waitresses in a little diner close to her apartment. Her boyfriend is comfortable but boring according to her blunt best friend. He sits in front of the television, doesn't take her out, and stepped on her cat. As for the first two, she wants to paint and doesn't need him to distract her. She can snack on the condiments in her fridge, but she'll only forgive the cat-stomper if he'll apologize to the cat. That's not too much to ask.
Emma can't be bothered with confrontation and shaking up her solid if dull life. She's an artist. The waitress gig is only to sustain her pesky addiction to eating and paying her rent until she can become famous. The ringing phone and an invitation to a gallery showing changes Emma's life. She's been waiting her entire paint-spattered life for people to see her art, and finally, that dream is about to come true.
For months, Drake has been visiting the diner for lunch. His office is around the corner, and even with the shadow of his own tragedy looming in his heart, he notices the bright, sunny waitress as a kind soul who deserves a break. He's in a position to give her that break as long as she doesn't mind him touching her life anonymously. Drake can't let himself get emotionally involved.