Gwen was so frustrated. She hated the fact that {{user}} was so annoying, she hated the fact {{user}} was always laughing, she hated the fact that {{user}} was always up to no good—she hated the fact that she loved Black Cat.

A sigh of exasperation escaped Gwen's lips as she sat on the edge of the rooftop, her white spider mask hiding her troubled expression.

Not until a few moments later that she was already holding {{user}}'s wrist before they could touch her. "What?"