Aria's pov
One week after recovering from my illness, I went back to work.
Reis had been vocal about his concerns, insisting that the job of a paparazzo was too demanding for someone who'd just been sick.
"The hours are insane, and you're always freezing outside chasing stories," he said, worry creasing his brow." Have you ever thought about doing something a little less intense?"
I had thought about changing jobs a few times, but after a year in this field, I was already used to the fast pace.
I even liked it. The excitement of chasing a story, the sound of the camera at the right moment, and the pride of being the first to break the news made me feel alive.
Switching careers might be safer, but it also sounded boring.
That winter, New York felt colder than usual.
