Newfound Constellations (On Hold)

Harley Sansson is as bright as the stars. Braydon Madrias is as dark as the night. She's a florist. He's a CEO and mob boss. She sees the good in everyone and everything with the ideology that everyone deserves a chance. He sees the flaws and weaknesses of others without fear of exploiting them. They live completely different lives. They're both content without having anything new. Until they get a taste of what being in the others' presence is like. She sees in him what others won't. He doesn't see in her what he sees in others. Suddenly, new doesn't seem so bad. Suddenly, new sounds like the way to go. Suddenly, new sounds tempting.

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"You weren't kidding about loving the rain. I don't think I know many people, especially women, who'd turn their face to the sky rather than away when it's actively raining. Won't your glasses get dirty?"
She throws me a pointed look. "Well guess what, Braid, I'm not like many people. I know how to clean my glasses with my shirt if necessary."
"That you aren't. And did you just call me Braid?"
She twists her lips. "Maybe."
Cute. "So that's how it's going to be?"
She nods, her lips stretched into an extremely wide grin.
"Maybe if I feed you, you'll bully me less."
She faces me, walking backwards into the door I'm holding open for her. "Don't bet on it, Mr. Madrias."
I let my face fall blank before glaring at her the way I would Tanton.
However, she just smiles and sashays over to the line in front of the cash register.
Definitely not like everyone else.