San Francisco, 2016. Oh so beautiful, one of the most expensive housing markets in the world, and the place compromise comes home to die. Anna, a Mission district housing activist, is determined to stop the gutting of her neighborhood, but the tech boom money flooding this town gives those asshole property developers plenty of incentive to tear down historic Victorians and put up glass-walled condos instead. In a haze of rage after her mom dies of cancer, Anna starts her popular neighborhood advocacy group, Mission Neighborhood Association, and they bombard Mission property developers with protests, letters, and hostile confrontations at planning commission hearings. Meanwhile, downtown, Michael Hayek “works”, if you can call it that, for his hard driving brothers who are busily making obscene amounts of money developing properties all over town. Michael’s shallow, he’s the first to admit it. To him, the Mission is just another cute San Francisco neighborhood full of pork belly sliders and mixologists. His brothers were always complaining about all the activists up there, but live and let live, that was his motto. His brothers, they let shit get to them. All you had to do was spit a little game, bring up sports, comment on someone’s new shoes or something, and you had a conversation and then you could go from there. Really, why get so worked up? They meet, they sleep together, not a crime in a city where a cat could have sex with a dog and nobody would bat an eye. But then they fall in love, and now Anna, the inflexible activist, and the Hayeks, the ultimate pragmatists, must work together to find common ground with rabid, slogan-spouting progressives, obtuse frat-boy bankers, and byzantine City Hall. Tech boom money and “woke” politics meet, and it isn’t pretty. Anna and Michael are about to discover what it is like to fall in love in San Francisco right now.