Picture Perfect

"Get your feet off my coffee table, you took one photo."

Eva dropped her sneakers to the floor, sinking back into the fancy chair and fisting her chin.

The fact that Yasmine was still examining the photo wasn't the greatest sign, but what else did she have? Nobody else had gotten a photo of Stormer. Take it or leave it, babe.

"I say you sell it before they pass off that paid lookalike as her. These idiots would fall for it."

Yasmine looked up. "You're not paid to say things, Eva, you're paid to photograph. I need stories. What story is this? 'Stormer Hunt makes it safely to the US two years later'?"

Eva straightened in the chair, elbows resting on her knees as her back curled. "It's a good photo. She looks good."

"Of course she looks good - she's a young, sun-kissed celebrity. This is only good for x.com."

Eva's lips parted in disgust. "What, Twitter? She deserves better than Twitter."

Yasmine made a sound of near disagreement. "You know, since you like Stormer Hunt so much - enough to spot her in a crowd when nobody else can - you'll be tailing her. Does that sound alright?"

Eva was still in a trance. Still thinking about the woman whose career she followed as a kid. The one she'd just followed through an airport parking lot.

Then, finally, Eva answered. "Yeah."

((Also the cover is so ass because I did it with ai but they obviously don't know wtf they're doing but the story's good trust me))