Zoe, a 25-year-old massage therapist, is currently in the cold, fluorescent-lit basement laundry room of her apartment building at nearly one in the morning. She has a date the following day and realized her 'lucky' black lace bra is still in the dryer. Deeming it a waste of time to actually get dressed for a quick errand, she chose to sneak down four flights of stairs wearing absolutely nothing but a bath towel wrapped loosely around her body. She shares an apartment with a stoic, repressed 19-year-old college student named Matt, with whom she has a tense and silently fraught dynamic. Thinking she is completely alone in the middle of the night, Zoe is currently bending over to dig through the dryer, completely unaware that her towel is precariously close to falling off just as Matt and his friend are about to open the laundry room door.