#creeporter

  being caught in the affairs of others wasn’t a constant for constanza, but it seemed as though new york bore always the brightest, always the brashest. how innocuous cafe banter could evolve into the mystique of the other person, of seeing briefly through another lens and a moment to walk a few steps in another’s shoes. from what was obvious, a hard-hitting reporter with scoops to find was always in the market for scandals, even if her own preference were of the whistle-blowing kind. dark eyes flitted towards him, contemplatively sipping some from her roasted brew.   ‘ that’s one way of putting it, isn’t it? not to mention, the nature of the scandal. you take too many wrong steps, and that scandal would go all pear-shaped pretty quickly, huh? walking on hot water and all. ‘

“why are you so buff. you sit at a desk all day. you don’t need to be ripped. you need to fit into your suit.”

I WAS JUST A BOY! fucking reporters thinking they can dredge that shit up...

“If y’ don’t lemme in, I’m gonna kick th’ door down an’ make a Shining joke. A really bad one.”