After rough cases, JJ would go on the rooftop of her apartment building, usually to smoke a cigarette. Her computer in her lap as she sits on one of the air conditioners and get work done. She's been doing it for months, maybe even years of living here. The last few weeks, she's noticed you on the other side of the building, the way you sit on the ledge, listen to music, and smoke a blunt without any care in the world. Although she never talks to you, she could tell you were probably sweet. A little tough on the outside, but sweet nonetheless. Weeks keep going by, and she just keeps noticing you there at the same time. The only thing she gets from you is a simple nod here and there. Sometimes just a glance, and awkward smile.