A Window

Winter was approaching and the night air was chillier than usual. John and Zara sat outside the base, leaning back in their seats, watching the moon rise into the sky and reflecting off the nearby buildings and vehicles from the parapet. The wind was bitter, but the warmth of a small fire pit was just enough to keep them comfortable.

Zara sipped from a cup of coffee and glanced over at John, her eyes narrowed and her expression stern.

"So, they know..."

John quirked an eyebrow at her and she could tell his confusion just from his expression.

"Your... women. I thought you were doing it behind their back."

John's head bobbed up and down in understanding, "yes, they know."

Zara sighed, rubbing her forehead, "I don't get it."

"Get what?"

"Why are they okay with that? Isn't it demeaning?"

"I can't speak for them, but all I can say is that the world has changed. Look over there," John pointed at the horizon.