It’s hard to imagine the mellow Colton Scott triggering such dark yet passionate lyrics, but, as Harlow sings in “Persona,” can you ever truly know somebody?
Comments:
Mark Porter · 8.14.23
It’s giving Ultraviolence by Lana and reputation by T. Swift vibes
Chris Viviano · 8.14.2023
She didn’t come to fuck around did she
Dee Bifalco · 8.17.2023
Anyone else notice the hidden layers of images in the album art? I thought it was just black, but there seems to be artwork, some areas looks like trees, others skyscrapers?
Sian Motley · 8.17.2023
I spotted that too. I think I can also make out the ocean (callback to RW&B perhaps?) and some roses.
Dee Bifalco · 8.17.2023
Also, the bolded letters in the track list spell out a date – March 14th? Unless it’s not a date and it’s “Charm,” a future song maybe?
Sian Motley · 8.17.2023
Could be when tour starts!
Emma-Anne Dutrond · 9.25.2024
Harlow was baiting us…guess it’s her, not Colton, who we didn’t know at all
Chapter 7
Naomi has to force herself off the couch to get ready for her “date.” Not that she’s worried about it; dating is like networking in a way. She just doesn’t want to stop researching, already engrossed in the mystery of it all, more so than any story she’s worked on—possibly ever.
It’s only when she reminds herself that Leo could have crucial insider info that she gets up and prepares for the usual: A night of polite small talk and a series of leading questions to get to the information she’s after.
But when she lays eyes on him, waiting patiently outside the entrance of Ribalta’s Pizzeria, she finds herself pleasantly surprised—and uncharacteristically nervous.
Naomi expected Leo to be good-looking based on what Amelia said, but he’s giving a new meaning to the phrase tall, dark, and handsome. His hair is cut short and neat, accentuating his strong jawline, and he’s dressed in a pair of dark faded jeans and a black V-neck tee that looks like it’s about to rip open if he flexes his muscles. She can’t look away.
“Naomi?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as she approaches. His eyes are warm brown, like honey.
“That’s me,” Naomi waves. “Leo?”
“That’s me,” he says, returning her line as he leans in to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. “It’s so nice to meet you. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” She blushes, unable to remember the last time someone told her that. Even if it was just a line, he managed to make it sound genuine.
You’re here for work, she reminds herself, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.He’s a source.
Not that it’s stopped her before…
“Well, shall we?” Leo gestures inside. “Can’t disappoint Amelia for setting this up.”
“We definitely can’t. She’s probably watching us now, actually,” Naomi jokes, looking around.
“You’re probably right. We’ll have to keep an eye out for a couple in hats and sunglasses.”
