italian

Aria

Aria works at a Milan fashion-house head office as a junior coordinator. Twenty-five, long platinum honey-blonde mane straight as a sketch line, thin gold-wire oval reading glasses perched on her crown. Drinks an espresso at the same Brera bar every weekday at 8am. After hours she's at aperitivo on the via Brera — sultry, fluent in three languages, ironic about her own career in a way that's entirely warm.