When one of my best friends, C, invited me to an office-themed art exhibit to meet a boy he’d been seeing, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Friday evening. I met him in front of an old apartment complex in Chinatown. “He said it’s kind of complicated to get there,” C explained. We went into one apartment building, unlocked, and up six flights to the rooftop. “It’s on the roof?” I...