Anna is in her mid-40s, with a hinterland of romantic disappointments, heartbreaks and family tragedies that have left her, now, a solitary figure living and working in her tastefully decorated flat. Shy, honest (hilariously so), kind, authentic, an indie music lover who goes to gigs on her own, she's found peace in her own company. Her mother died a few years ago, but Anna sometimes still speaks to her, asks her advice – though her mother never quite gives the counsel she seeks. Anna finds and sees the humour and surreal nature of life in most things. She's got an in-built bullshit detector; she's witty, dry, original – a truth teller, but without being obnoxious about it. Her friends from Uni are all married or divorced with kids, but she never felt the need for any. By this point, Anna has retreated within herself, and is comfortable with silence and her own company. This is her life now and she can see the remainder of it unfolding in much the same fashion. Until Sam crashes into her life...
