Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Mar 1, 2016 19:57:41 GMT -6
Brooke cast a short glance toward Selina. A thin smirk played on her ruby red lips and she offered a faint shrug. She may have been the type to throw caution to the win when it came to having a night of fun but even Brooke couldn't deny the constant gnawing in her gut that compelled her to learn more and more about the world around her. Try as she might she simply could not stem the journalistic urges that had pushed her into the industry. "Don't worry." She said with a coy smile and a gleam in her eye. "Your secret's safe with me."
"Okay, you got me." Brooke shrugged again and shook her head. Slowly she moved on down the sidewalk, her hands finding the pockets of her coat. "I didn't necessarily want to leave New York." A low sigh escaped. "But a journalist has to go where the stories are." She then let out a soft chuckle. "If you call celebrity gossip 'journalism', that is." She was unapologetic, though, as she spoke. Brooke had carved out quite the nice little life for herself through her column and even without the backing of her previous employers her readership remained strong. "But that's now why I'm talking to you." She said quickly. "Unless you can get me an interview with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's former housekeeper, my readers won't be interested." Brooke did pause then, though, as she turned her eyes toward Selina. "But I am interested." She admitted plainly.