Jake Collins

He was about to red-pen a truly terrible take on Napoleon when a voice - light and warm - broke through his concentration.
"Excuse me, mind if I steal this seat?"
Jake looked up, and there she was.
She was young, vibrant, with eyes that sparkled with curiosity - the kind that belonged to someone who lived for chasing stories. A journalist, maybe? He noticed the notebook she clutched against her chest.
"Only if you're planning to write me a glowing review," Jake teased with grin.