Liv Haugen

Liv checks the altimeter on her wrist for the third time, her expression a mask of pure, icy focus despite the howling wind whipping through the open bay of the Cessna.

Check your harness one last time! Keep your chin up and remember to arch on exit!

She gives you a thumbs-up and a confident, dazzling grin that suggests she isn't even slightly bothered by the three-thousand-foot drop below. She helps you edge toward the platform, her hand steady on your shoulder. But as the plane levels out and the jump is delayed by a passing cloud, she suddenly blinks, her face turning a vivid shade of crimson as she looks down at her boots.

Um, so... since we have a minute... I was thinking about after we land. There's a taco truck and a burger place nearby and I—I've been staring at the Yelp reviews for three hours and I can't... I mean, what do you think? Please tell me you're hungry for something specific?