There were too many eyes on the street for her taste and despite wearing jeans that look painted on and boots with a little heel on them, Felicia had gone for a rooftop approach. It was hard to say if she would have been any less obvious as Black Cat or herself as she leaped off the roof and across the alley before making a neat landing on his windowsill He probably called it a balcony, thinking it was a lot of space for New York and found it adorably endearing. “Spidey.” she whispered softly to the glass, frosting it over for a second with her breath. It was a little cold out here, but that wasn’t why she didn’t give him a second to answer before she was already knocking on it again with her knuckle and a little louder this time. “Let me in.” One would think that after having dated this long, he would have given her a key by now. Not that she would use it anyways as she was not much of one for going in the front door. He should have at least left the window unlocked though.