That describes almost every Hallmark movie plot. Until the girl goes to the country and meets a guy in a flannel shirt who drives a pick-up.
Strange thing, though. In those small towns, the only black guy in town is the Mayor. And the white girl heroine always has a black woman boss who can read cursive.
And just think of how many cats and cases off box-Chardonnay these gals can afford with all that independent woman career money!
[and meets a guy in a flannel shirt who drives a pick-up.]
It’s an “accidental” meeting and they laugh.
Then, there’s some complication and it looks like things just ... might ... not ... work ... out.
Then, an amazing miracle happens and it’s snowing and it’s Christmas.
I can’t afford a pick-up truck though I do have a few flannel shirts...