He made her a Negroni and sprinkled orange wedges with sugar. He opened all the windows and they sat on the floor, where he grew wistful as he described how the city used to feel invigorating and chaotic and full of potential. He told her about wanting to leave for somewhere smaller, somewhere stuck in its ways. Somewhere without billboard ads for cryptocurrency looming over the freeway. Somewhere uncool with bad food. Lena gently suggested that there were other parts of the city that hadn’t yet been overrun, but he wasn’t convinced. We’re everywhere, he said. I wanna go where there’s less of me.