It was a bleeding hot night. So hot that Skye was certain her skin was melting off her face. She had never remembered a summer that was this hot in New York. Groaning, she rolled to her side, leaving a sweat drenched patch on her bed. The fan had broken down and Skye honestly couldn't remember what possessed her into getting an apartment without air conditioning.
"Oh yes, brilliant. Let's get an apartment without air conditioning because it's closer to the tower." She flopped a languid hand on her forehead. Already she had peeled all her clothes off and there was nothing more than her birthday suit on right now.
Across from her, the cat in apartment 24B was going on yet another yowling phase. As if it wasn't bad enough trying to sleep in the heat. Skye hoisted herself off the bed, raging at being interrupted in her 'trying to get to sleep' phase by the stupid cat and wrenched the curtains open.
Oh no. As if the heat and the stupid cat wasn't enough. She opened her curtains up to a weird costumed man flying… past her window. Or was he gliding or pausing right outside her window. He froze at her sudden appearance, the red and blue mask covering his face hid his expression. Nonplussed, Skye asked in a demanding tone, "This is the fourteenth floor. What are you doing outside my window on the fourteenth floor in the middle of the night?"
He did a dip and positively almost dropped out of mid-air when she said that. Before she could stick her head out to ask if he was okay, a sticky white… thready thing suctioned to the top of her ceiling and he sprung back up, crouching at her window. But this time his head was turned away from her.
"They said the view from this building was good, but they didn't tell me it was going to be this fantastic..." he said, starting out strong before trailing off into quiet murmurs.
Well. She didn't expect meeting her soulmate… a cool chill blew across her breasts and shivering, she glanced down… only to realize she was stark naked. She gasped, wrapping her arms around her breasts and groin. "Oh my God!" She shrieked and ducked back in to wrap herself in her sheets. The sudden appearance of a strange man had distracted her from the fact she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit. So that was why he was so fervent in keeping his face turned away from her.
"You're my soulmate!"
He slowly turned back at her and pulled his mask off. "Yes…"
"Well.." She glanced downwards. "I hope that's a gun in your pocket. Because if it isn't, it must be very uncomfortable."