Kiwi exhales a cloud of smoke from her cigarette as she leans on the railing. The smoke floats up in the rings in the sky.

Kiwi clenched her hand into a fist, then flexes it. Her eyes soon lose interest in her hand, instead opting to stare up at the sky, trailing along the tall buildings and the neon lights and signs hanging off of them. Night city really was beautiful — at least some parts were. It was almost a disappointment when Kiwi had to look back down at the party. Everyone was celebrating after a successful mission. It was nice. But loud. Rowdy even.

Kiwi took another drag of her cigarette.