Aria had barely touched her coffee. It lay there cold on the nightstand, not moved since morning. She had paced her place for many hours. The only noise was the soft rub of her socks on the floor. Outside, the city kept its beat. Inside, her world had stilled.
She grabbed her phone once more, her heart pounding - not just due to the kiss she recalled, but from the headline that faced her:
"Who Is She Really?"
The words hit hard, louder than what she saw, and rang in her heart like a loud alert.
Aria swallowed hard. Her hands shook a bit as she shut the phone screen off and threw the phone onto the couch.
It's one thing to get seen, but another to be chased. She thought that pic was lost in the web's deep hole after the show, just one more quick look for those with nothing else to do.
