Her name is Abbie. She is nineteen and she has had it with guys. Especially the wrong guys. 'Cause that's all she ever seems to meet. Oh, she likes guys just fine - and they are kind of necessary, in a Mother Nature sort of way - but she is just over it with the ones who drink all the time, and are forever taking pills and drifting off into their own little private Idaho. Abbie will just concentrate on getting through this final year of schooling in fashion design, because once outta here she is off to make her name. She's got her roommate Georgette and her best friend Pat, and they will be all the companionship she needs. And then she meets Franco. Dream on, Abbie. Dream on.