Chloe sends the wrong-number text. Ben's first response is a witty correction of her grammar and her wine.

They agree to keep it anonymous: no names, no faces, just The Stranger.

The banter builds. They start sharing their Daily Disasters.

Chloe realizes she's shipping herself with a phone number. Ben starts to wonder what she looks like.

They both end up at the same coffee shop, texting each other about the annoying people around them, not realizing they're three tables apart.

A late-night conversation about their fears. Raw honesty. They realize they know each other better than anyone in their physical lives.

The banter turns suggestive. The tension of what if we were in the same room starts to dominate.

Chloe describes her favorite hidden spot. Ben realizes it's his spot too. The same city realization hits.

They decide to meet for one drink. No strings. The anticipation is paralyzing.

The meeting at a dim local bar. The body shock of seeing the person behind the texts.

Reality vs digital. They have to figure out if they like the human version of the person they've been dating via smartphone.

A grand gesture involving a wrong number callback. They realize the Stranger was the person they were looking for all along.