There’s no wrong way to make a connection, even if it’s as instant as a few quick glances outside a bookshop in Los Angeles. As Ricky Roman recounts with a deep, sultry narration, it’s actually these passing connections that often drive us the most wild. Ricky meets a man named Justin but can’t remember that this man is in fact Justin Brody. And after being so transfixed on Justin’s striking blue eyes, his forwardness, and that hard bulge in his denim jeans, Ricky forgets to save Justin’s phone number.