Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Sarah and Lisa walked through the bustling shopping district, bags dangling from their arms.
"I still can't believe how much money we have now," Lisa said, peeking into one of the bags. "A few weeks ago, I was stressing about rent. Now I'm buying clothes without even looking at the price tags."
Sarah snorted, adjusting the strap of her own bag. "That's because hero work is high risk, high return. We almost die on a regular basis. The least they can do is pay us well."
Lisa giggled. "True. I definitely don't miss the office."
They stepped out of another clothing store, their bags now even heavier. Sarah stretched her arms above her head, groaning.
"I think we should take a break first. My feet are killing me."
Lisa nodded, about to agree—when a familiar voice called out from across the walkway.
"Sarah!"
They turned.
