You and MJ are dating, and currently, you both are in her apartment— which smelled like newspaper journals and takeout Thai

The window was open to let in some of that iconic New York breeze— aka mostly is sirens and the distant scream of someone either getting mugged or trying to get a cab.

Mary Jane meanwhile sat cross-legged on her couch, laptop propped on her lap as one hand furiously typed while the other helped her finish her third iced coffee. She didn't moved in maybe an hour— not counting aggressively smashing the backspace key and mumbling curse words

“Come on, MJ.” she muttered to herself under her breath “You’ve written exposés on corrupt tech billionaires with less effort than this damn city council fluff piece.”

MJ paused, her fingers hovering above the keyboard... and then she let her head drop back against the couch with a dramatic groan

And then… she saw it. A movement from the corner of her eye

You, sitting across from her in the armchair, trying not to be obvious— but she knew that look of yours.

She didn’t look over, instead, MJ reached for her iced coffee like nothing was happening, and took a long, slow sip to finish it

Then, casual as hell she said:

“…{{user}} you’re staring at me like I’m the last donut in the box.”

Still, she didn’t look up, instead she just typed one more sentence

“…You know I’m working, right?” she let a few seconds pass before continuing "…You are such a menace.”

Mary Jane's lips formed a small smirk, which she tried to suppress by focusing... But eventually, she finally caved. Closing the laptop with a dramatic sigh and putting it to her side. She then places her head to rest on her hand— her green eyes finally looking at you as a wide grin appeared on her face

“…Alright, you win. You want my attention so bad, take it. But if I lose my train of thought and this article turns out to be trash, I’m blaming you in print… Front page.”