Florence doesn't know what she wants to be when she grows up and doesn't seem to be, well, growing up at all. Being lost in your 20 somethings is hard but after you see Florence try and figure it out you'll think you have it easy.
Have you ever felt like a boss when someone compliments your fashion choices? Have you ever that compliment go to your head so badly that you become insufferable to every clothed body around you? No? Well...Florence did.
Florence has to make a choice: Become a Mixologist or become a lesbian. She figures it out eventually.
We all have a friend/acquaintance/enemy that has a relative that is a DJ. So it shouldn't surprise Florence when she is invited to a party where one of said DJs is spinning...except that this DJ is so goddamned dreamy it hurts...in slow-motion.
Florence tries to get a job. Finds a smoking buddy instead. Her head's always in the right place.
Florence meets a neighbour she's never seen before; Either because he works from home and doesn't leave much or because she's never taken the garbage out. Never-the-less she strikes up a conversation with this guy and finds out he is a Professional Sleeper and thinks, "Finally! Something I could be sort of good at if I got lucky and tried and didn't fail and...yeah...I can do this...surely."