Dear Reader [h.s]

"When did you take that?" My voice shaken, a small photograph fitting loosely between his fingers.

The photo was of me, but in a light I couldn't quite capture when I looked at myself.

His eyes burned into mine for a few seconds before speaking.

"Does it bother you?"

"I'm not sure."

"Not sure?"

"What was the intent behind taking a photo of me without my knowledge?"

His expression stayed the same, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Does there need to be an intent?"

"I think I deserve to know, being it's of me, no?"

His eyes glanced down at the photograph, his thumb running around the edge of it slowly.

"I like to take photos of things that interest me."
I frowned. "You think I'm interesting?"

His eyes looked into mine again. "You aren't exactly the easiest to ignore."
- • -
Harry Styles is a photographer living in a small loft apartment in Boston. He has his own studio, where his work ranges from fashion editorials and magazine campaigns to portraits of musicians. To most, he is reserved, elusive, and difficult to know.
Cherrie Calloway is a newcomer to Boston. Following the passing of her father, she decides to make a life of her own and opens an independent bookstore just a few doors down from Harry's studio.
What begins as a chance encounter between two neighbors gradually develops into something neither of them anticipated. As Cherrie becomes familiar with the quiet rhythm of her new life, Harry finds himself increasingly drawn to the woman who seems determined to remain a stranger.
Some stories are written. Others simply happen.