I’ve got 99 problems, but be my daddy and it might just solve most of them. Student loans? Check. Crushed expectations? Check. Toxic situationship? Check. Being stuck in her mom’s condo whilst she waits to get accepted into a PhD program far, far away from here? Double—no, triple check. Being a woman in your mid-twenties is, unsurprisingly, chaotic. The last thing she needs is for the very dependable single dad living next door to make her feel big, scary emotions. Right?