“Forty-two to fifty-three minutes, yes,” Nina said, waving at a stray cat. “It’s my reset button. No phone. No playlist. Just the feet and the noise of the city.”

Requirements to download specific "players" or "codecs" that are actually malicious programs.

By minute 23, they were deep in conversation: Reno’s stressful marketing job, Nina’s side hustle as a freelance illustrator, and the absurdity of a new “wellness café” charging 50k for infused water.