Charlotte Sartre is simply attempting to enjoy a reprieve from her transient way of life and perhaps get a few quarters-sitting in the city, she's unmoved when uneasy businessperson Xander Corvus strolls past her. Disliking his salty frame of mind, she spits on his gleaming shoes lighting a searing unique that takes them from the back road to Xander's shiny uptown loft, giving a totally different importance to "fuck the bourgeois"