'You're not the kind of guy who gets a "Jasmine"to write out her number for you.' 'And you're not the kind of guy who calls that number . . . despite the fact that your plane leaves in sixteen hours and you have 'a lot' of time to kill.' 'Because if you were that sort of man, there would have to be some serious reasons why, right? And you're a good guy. With a good family. And a good life.' 'You're not going to do anything with that number.' 'But you slide it into your shirt pocket anyway.' Alone in New York City, Mike meets Jasmine, a mysterious, captivating woman. Soon he realizes that her confident exterior masks a troubled life, and his involvement could threaten the foundations of his boring- but suddenly precious- suburban existence. Is anyone watching as Mike follows Jasmine into danger? Does anyone care?