Blindly in Quarantine

Love is blind, or is it?It was only supposed to be a two hour stopover. Instead, I'm going to be stuck in quarantine in a bland airport hotel for two weeks. No iPhone; no laptop; no one even to talk to.Until Matt. A soothing presence over the hotel phone, fellow inmate and total cinnamon roll Matt rescues me from my loneliness.I believe looks don't matter, and he's the one, sight unseen. He says that's a fairytale. I guess we'll find out the truth soon enough, during our first meeting.Irina and Matt find each other in an unusual predicament; 'meeting' as faceless voices over the phone. I love a messy reveal following an intense distance romance, don't you? You might want to grab some popcorn for this one!