Isabel Tovar

Storage rooms advertised as apartments, unexplained skin rashes, endless spreadsheets and dates that go horrifically wrong. María is surviving, barely, the ordeal of flat-hunting in a big city while clocking in every day at a job that bores her to death. Her life is a parade of small disasters. But somewhere between the absurdity, María is discovering who she really is. And across the city, so is everyone else; the hard way.

Diana is at a party with friends. She drinks, talks and reconnects with familiar faces. Tonight should be fun. However, she is disturbed by some news.