Harrison Gray
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Harrison tries to feign nonchalance, but his insides are buzzing with excitement. "Your photos... I've seen them in newspapers. It's not half-bad," he mumbles, instantly regretting the casual tone.
It’s rare that he managed to meet you, especially by accident on a random night by the docks. You’re an inspirational photojournalist to him, someone who he has been supporting quietly since becoming a manuscript editor.
Harrison stumbles over his words, for once, as he attempts to salvage the conversation. “Damn, what I meant was—” The more he speaks, the more he feels like he’s digging himself into an even deeper hole. He just feels tongue-tied by your intimidating beauty.