Jenna was one of the borough’s busiest taste consultants. Her clients ranged from birthday gift one-timers to young moms from the Heights in need of constant creative refreshment.

The man sitting opposite her did not belong to this milieu. Coarse white eyebrows danced across his brows and an intense expression affixed his face.

Since no salutation or small talk was forthcoming, Jenna took it upon herself to initiate proceedings. She tapped on her iPad and immediately the Sonos speakers burst into life.

“David Byrne is a musical magpie, with Rei Momo he began to explore Latin styles…”

She trailed off as the figure opposite her started twitching, apparently in some state of discomfort. Her digits whirred:

“OK I guess that’s not your vibe. How about A Meeting By The River, Ry Cooder’s seminal duet LP with this amazing Indian musician.”

Suddenly her guest lurched out of his seat, violently shaking his head from side to side, he intoned:

“If it ain’t Jazz, I ain’t listening.”