Tara steps up next to me, her eyes locked on the poster. “There’s no asexual hero.” “What?” I blurt, pulled from my trance. “They’ve got everyone up there besides an ace character,” she observes. “Every fucking time.” “Oh—oh!” I stammer, realizing now that she’s right. “I’m sorry. That really sucks.” “It is what it is.” Tara sighs. “I’m headed in.”
