{A Shawn Mendes fic} Rylie Banes. You know her. You've seen her in pictures. You've seen her on the arm of a million different celebrities. And you always shrug it off. But it's her job. And Shawn Mendes is her next client.
•bones as frail as lavender stems, skin as pale as daisies• ••• "Here." I said, then his eyes met mine and he turned as red as the roses, "Thirteen-forty-three." "What?" "For the roses." "Oh." He handed me a twenty and I gave him his change, not really speaking as we were both unsure of what to say and in a second he...