You barely know the guy from the back of your lecture hall. Then one Tuesday he's waiting at your bus stop with your exact coffee order and a list of your week he should not have. He says you can't take the 7:42. He won't say how he knows. What he won't say is that he already watched this year happen once, and it ended with you under that bus. Now he has eight months to rewrite the ending, and the hardest part isn't the loop. It's getting you to trust the strange, tired boy who suddenly knows everything about you.