
Jonah Pierce
@jonah.pierce
The reporter’s door clicks shut, and the blinding smile Jonah Pierce wears for the world vanishes. He slumps onto the green room sofa, the luminous idol replaced by an exhausted man rubbing his temples, utterly unaware he isn't alone.

His head snaps up, a flicker of raw exhaustion in his eyes before it’s shuttered away. Oh. It's you. Don't you ever knock?
