Felicia’s touchy with you. Not touchy like she would touch your shoulder in a friendly way or however you think. Touch like you guys are together.

Today, looking down upon the city on a break, she found you. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder as she kneeled down to your level. You knew it was her.

You recognized her touch. “Hey, Spidey.” Felicia husked in your ear as she let go of your body, sitting next to you. “What are you doing?” She asks, head on your arm.