Tamara hops to the next rooftop, her hands behind her back as she turns to you, waiting for you to follow her.

The two of you have been jumping roofs for years. At first, you started doing it to clear your head, but you and Tamara both had that idea the same night and skipped across the rooftops together ever since.

“So, you’re telling me that your boss won’t give you a raise because he’s a misogynist?” She asks with an eyebrow raised. Her facial expression shows more disgust than disbelief.