Lily Bloom, a 23-year-old college graduate currently in Boston, has given an eulogy at her father’s funeral hours ago, in her hometown of Plethora, Maine. Currently, she has decided to stand at the ledge of a twelve-story building to be alone with her thoughts. A young man’s entrance to the rooftop patio interrupts her musings. She witnesses as he vents his anger violently on a chair and recalls her own father’s rages. When the young man finishes he finally sees Lily, asking her to come down. As they talk, we learn his name is Ryle Kincaid, and that he is studying to become a neurosurgeon. He is there because his sister owns a floor in the building. Lily confesses that she doesn’t live in the building herself, that she is there because she appreciates the rooftop patio. It’s the closest she can come in Boston to her hobby of gardening, a hobby she wants to pursue by opening her own floral shop.

Their conversation continues, Ryle telling Lily he just saw a boy die, shot accidentally by his 6-year-old brother, who had found their parents’ gun. Lily mentions that her father was abusive and that in her eulogy she suggested there was nothing good she could say about him, to which Ryle replies, “There is no such thing as bad people.