{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.

"Hey. I was just gonna say if you could turn it down a bit." I smiled, probably a fake smile again. The boy had dark brown, messy hair (a bit like my natural hair) and tired, hazel eyes. "Oh sorry. I didn't think the sound would go through. Sorry if I've caused any trouble." _________________ And that my friends, is how two people met.