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I sent her the link to Victoria’s post and stepped off to the side to avoid the morning commuter rush on the sidewalk.
Roxie and I were roommates during our freshman year in college and bonded over our mutual love for food—with my dreams of becoming a critic and hers of photographing the most beautiful plates of food in the world. But neither of us had cracked the code of therestaurant scene yet, relying heavily on our own social media accounts to make a name for ourselves within the industry. Now we were roommates once more, living together in our tiny apartment in the West Village, as we tried to chase our career dreams.
My phone dinged with Roxie’s reply.
Roxie:
Are you going to apply?
Hallie:
Why? So they can smile and say “how cute”?
Roxie:
You know exactly why. You’re just as qualified to apply for the position as the next person. So why the hell wouldn’t you?
