After a few quiet minutes, Steph exhaled a long slow breath and pushed away from the chimney. She'd taken two steps toward the edge of the roof when a flicker of something dark - Bat? - caught her attention. She turned, and when she recognized the figure, swore.

Then a beat later, she apologized. "Sorry. Not personal. I just thought, you know, this was probably safe. Not that you're not safe. Just that. I've kissed, like, a million people." Remembering, she grabbed her chapstick from her back pocket and reapplied it. It tasted like strawberries, in that fake fruit way.

"Anyway," she continued as she capped the tube and stuck it back in her pocket. "There was someone in my hallway. So I redirected. But this obviously won't work."