Shes meant to be catching flights, not catching feelings

Molly and Andrew are just trying to get home to Ireland for the holidays, when a freak snowstorm grounds their flight.

Nothing romantic has ever happened between them: theyre friends and thats all. But once a year, for the last ten years, Molly has spent seven hours and fifteen minutes sitting next to Andrew on the last flight before Christmas from Chicago to Dublin, drinking terrible airplane wine and catching up on each others lives. In spite of all the ways the two friends are different, its the holiday tradition neither of them has ever wanted to give up.

Molly isnt that bothered by Christmas, butin yet another way theyre total oppositesAndrew is a full-on fanatic for the festive season and she knows how much getting back to Ireland means to him. So, instead of doing the sane thing and just celebrating the holidays together in America, she does the stupid thing. The irrational thing. She vows to get him home. And in time for his mams famous Christmas dinner.

The clock is ticking. But Molly always has a plan. Andas long as the highly-specific combination of taxis, planes, boats, and trains all run on timeit cant possibly go wrong.

What she doesnt know is that, as the snow falls over the city and over the heads of two friends who are sure theyre not meant to be together, the universe might just have a plan of its own