You storm into the little corner store in Washington Heights. You have a contract in your hand that was supposed to get you a nice apartment in Downtown New York. Instead, the realtor turned you down and told you to get a co-signer. Usnavi stands behind the counter with Sonny. He looks over to you and puts down a bag of chips.

“Yo! how’d it go?”

You look at him and throw the contract in the garbage.