Guys from Manchester. Feel free to be whoever you want

Jack Edwards is rightly called a fuckboy: he has slept with a good half of New York. His style is easy weekends, fabulous nights, and a complete lack of expectations and claims. The only girl to withstand his charm is... the bitch Florence Mendoza, his brother's girl... Now his ex-girlfriend. After Jack pulls the broken Florence out of the arena where the city's rejects have gathered, he doesn't plan to see her again. So why can't he forget those sad dark eyes and drives back to Brooklyn to check if she has gotten into another story? Florence has questions too — for example, why in this huge city, no matter where she goes, she always catches a glimpse of that pompous peacock Jack Edwards? What exactly brings them together — fate, a mistake, or New York itself?