“Yeah? Does this help?” Brian reached up and twirled his hair into a curly cue on his forehead. He struck a majestic pose.

The door swung open. Billie stuck her head out, no doubt having heard the ladder rattling on the side of the building. “Hey, are you getting paid or what?”

“You know, that’s a subject of some debate,” said Brian. “I did the math and I think it costs more to drive and park here than I make in a day, so actually— ”

“Fuck you.” Billie went back inside.

Brian blew out his cheeks. “I think that’s my cue,” he said.