“Hello there,” a woman’s voice called to him. “Wait up.” Bunim stopped and slowly turned. It was the woman from the crowd, the one with wavy brown hair and clothes so tight, very little was left to the imagination. Despite the woman’s heels, she expertly navigated the uneven cobblestones and caught up to him. As she talked animatedly to Bunim, he felt his pulse quicken and sweat beginning to collect on his forehead. He had never been comfortable around women. And this woman was quite formidable, not because of her considerable beauty, but because of her piercing directness.