"Tell me a goodnight story," Harley demands and drags the ratty blanket over her shoulders, baring her knees to the cold. Scrunching up her nose, Harley tugs it back down, still looking entirely too comfortable to be curled up on a park bench.
"Let's return to the hub at least," Ivy nudges her. The last warm rays are fast escaping. "It's freezing at night."
"Must we really?" Harley sighs and rubs her eyes.
Interlacing their fingers, Ivy hauls the other girl upright. Harley stretches, pulling Ivy closer by their locked hands, before jumping up and zooming off.
"Race you there!"