"Boss, I'm telling you, the photos I took this time are really especially good."
In the corner of the street, squeezed under a narrow eave, a young woman with her hair in a bun, wearing round glasses and a red short-sleeved shirt, was talking on the phone while looking at the camera in her hand.
The pitter-patter of rain slid down in front of her, forming a curtain-like cascade of droplets, spreading across the already rain-drenched and now dim street.
Neon lights intermittently lined the street, reflecting off the clear umbrellas of passersby in a hurry, as well as on the slightly naive profile of the young woman.
"We're definitely going to make the front page this time,"
