Sarah & The Viking - Part 1

Sarah Mitchell has a type. Unfortunately, her type doesn't exist.

The men her age are beanpoles in borrowed personalities — right piercing, wrong everything else. She's accepted her fate. She'll be the cool aunt. She'll get a motorcycle.

Then her father — quiet, cardigan-wearing, hasn't weighed in on her love life since 2005 — looks up from his magazine and plays the only card he's ever played.

I know someone.

He won't show her a picture. He won't describe him. He'll just say: Be there at two. You'll know.

She's expecting tweed and elbow patches.

She gets a six-foot-four tattooed English teacher with a red beard, a kitten named after a jazz musician, and the patience of a man who spends his days convincing teenagers to care about Toni Morrison.

His name is Ivan Hansen. And her quiet, NATO-reading dad knew before she did.

Contains explicit content, a cat who respects no one, and Taylor Swift — played for the basil.