October, Reposted

The shop was quiet this time of evening—that strange kind of empty, more like a hum that lingered in the walls. This should have been a social extinction-level event. Why does that sound worse than judged?” The billionaire had one rule: no falling in love. The rain had started—not the gentle Gray Harbor drizzle that had followed most of October, but the heavy rain that meant the season had finally turned and wasn’t going back.