Arielle Palmer was never a welcoming girl. She'd rather have been born with a 'No Bullshit" sign wrapped around her neck than an umbilical chord but mother nature certainly had its shit cut out for her. She did everything her parents didn't want her to do - that is, getting tattoos, multiple piercings, dating reckless guys - and thanked the heavens for the day she was a legal adult and could leave the hell-hole of snobby, money-stuffed aristocrats that she called family.
Now, working the counters of the hottest diner in town, Arielle has her work cut out for her and no longer tolerates people a fraction beyond necessary. So when hot shot Harry Styles appears at her doors come Monday morning in the heat of the busiest shift and embodies an exact replica of her 'blood-relatives' all hell breaks loose and Arielle's tolerance scales are tipped.
She wants him damned.
He wants her bad.
But will the couple of complete contrast compromise?