A note.It started with a note left on my bike after the shittiest day of my career. I was pissed. Pissed at the old lady that kicked off in my chair. Pissed at myself for doing the job in the first place.But Bryce. Bryce was pissed at me.And then she walked into my shop the very next day and my world tilted on its axis. The girl thinks she's big, bad, and in control. But I'm here to tell her she's not. She doesn't crave control like me. Doesn't crave...