Laura Harrier hasn't starred in a romantic comedy yet, but she's already dressing the part.
The actress greets me in a secluded corner of the New York Public Library's marbled hallways on a Thursday night, glowing in a J.Crew tank top and slouchy gray trousers cinched with a black leather belt. The landmark setting has always possessed a bit of movie magic by virtue of its history, but there's an extra charge to the air that feels like something downright script-worthy could happen.
