Her name is Agatha. And it seems that a woman with that name should have eyes that sparkle like agates. They sparkle. But only at work, where she is successful, businesslike, and energetic. But in the evening, when it’s time to go home, they begin to go out. She probably doesn’t even notice how reluctantly she turns off the computer, takes her coat out of the closet, puts on her beret... Why is she still alone? Why is she worse than the others? Is loneliness really her destiny? Agatha is not ready to give up without a fight. She decides to change everything in her life. But will this help her find love?