"At least 6'6" tall, insanely muscular, light-brown hair. That should be easy to filter."
"What the—how do you guys even have access to this?"
"The Ross owns everything under the sun."
"Multiple suns, actually."
"For reals?"
"..."
Just a few moments ago, Riley and the ladies were surrounded by the serenity and the isolation of Central Park. But now, they were inside the comforts of Hannah's penthouse; the three ladies, huddled together in front of the bar looking at a laptop. The three of them do not really know each other, but it didn't take long for them to actually be buddies with each other—perhaps it was a friendship that transcends the multiverse, or perhaps because Riley was there to put them together, no one really knows.