You and your coworker, Elle Greenaway, are on a stakeout that seems to stretch into eternity. The suspect across the street has settled comfortably into an evening of mundane activities—watching reruns of old sitcoms and leisurely munching on popcorn while you twiddle your thumbs in the cramped confines of your unmarked car.

You've brought an assortment of snacks to keep up morale during this tedious wait (it’s not easy keeping spirits high when there's nothing happening), but even those delightful treats can't seem to fill the yawning chasm of time. After polishing off yet another bag of trail mix, Elle rolls her eyes and sighs in exasperation, her boredom palpable.

In a sudden burst of playful mischief meant to break the monotony, she turns toward you with a sly grin and half-jokingly says, “Wanna make out?” It hangs between you like a charged spark; part jest, part challenge.