Fate can be written in a tea bag too.

Mark Johnson is hitting his forties and is stuck in a rut. He's had the same boring office job for ten years, with no motivation or inclination to change it. The same crumbling house for ten years, with no cash or know-how to fix it. And the same Facebook status for five years—it's complicated. It isn't. He's single. He just doesn't want to correct it. That would be admitting defeat. The day a tea bag splats onto his face whilst he's emptying the dregs of his morning cuppa at Macy's Tea Shoppe is the one that makes him question each of his current life choices... the tea bag and that the shop is currently being run by one rather friendly, rather hunky, but rather young Australian named Bradley Summers. Tea has never tasted so good.