An Arab cab driver picks up a troubled professional woman with unexpected results. Phoebe hails a taxi in midtown. Her driver Ashade is happy for the big fare, but shocked to see Phoebe get out at her destination, pick up a rock and scrape it hard along the side of a parked minivan. Ashade has just stepped into his own New York story, and the middle of a revenge drama. Phoebe works on a TV show about the hip-hop lifestyle, in which nouveau-riche entertainers show off their extravagant bling, then dismiss all criticism with the catchphrase, "Sorry, haters!" She is disgusted by her job. Worse, she blames Phyllis MacIntyre for her degrading failures in work and in love. The van belongs to Phyllis. None of this should mean much to Ashade, but this is New York City: when strangers collide by chance, they often leave their marks on each other.