Heller

I want two things in life: to get through school so I can become a lawyer and to claim the local weather girl. From the first time I saw her, I knew Becca was mine. She might be a little older than me, but we can make it work. Becca is mine, and I want to weather the storm of this life with her by my side.

Becca

Nine years is not a "little older." Not when he's eighteen and you're twenty-seven. But I can't help it. It might be a bit taboo, but Heller is the only thing that makes sense in my life. Unfortunately, as one of the local on-air meteorologists, everything I do becomes public and comes under scrutiny by the station. I don't know how we can possibly make this work. Heller thinks we can weather the storm together, but I think the winds of conflict might just rip us apart.