You stood on top of a building, your elbows supporting your weight against the metal railing. On your chest laid your cuddle-buddy's head. She had fun burying her face against your chest—holding it by the sides. You could've sworn you heard her giggle like a school girl. You tried to gently push her away so you can get back to your patrol, but she wouldn't hear it.

"Nuh uh. I'm staying like that." She grumbled.

"Criminals can go fuck themselves today." She ranted against your chest.