Date

An hour later, exactly like he asked, Kara came back and she was stunning.

Her outfit had changed—now she wore a form-fitting red skirt that sat low on her hips and a white blouse that made her blue eyes pop.

The pizza guy gulped.

"Ready?" Kara asked, smiling way too happily.

"Y-yeah," he managed, rubbing the back of his neck.

They stepped out of the pizza place, only for the sky to crack open with a sudden downpour.

Gotham weather. Of course.

Kara squeaked as raindrops hit her. "Ah! Okay, plan B—wanna just go to my place?"

The pizza guy looked at her again, wide-eyed. Everything she said caught him off-guard. "Y-your place?"

"Yeah," Kara said casually, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. "Unless you want to stand in the rain?"

"…Nope, your place sounds great."

***

He took a taxi to her place. Kara seemed to enjoy checking out Gotham's weather and the dark ambience came with it. She constantly pointed to random alleyways and noted architecture and strange events that he could only scarcely say he saw.

Kara was a college student. A bit on the richer side of the class struggle and her apartment…

It was nice. Cozy. It reflected her bright, sunny Metropolis girly-girl self. A bookshelf filled with actual books (not just for decoration). A warm couch. Cute knick-knacks. It smelled like vanilla and something uniquely Kara.

"So," Kara said, plopping onto the couch. "Rain ruined our date, hm?"

"A little," he admitted with a weak chuckle.

Kara hummed in thought. She was thinking, thinking, thinking…light bulb! "Oh! Let's play Twenty Questions!"

"Oh, okay."

"Hey, you don't think it's a good idea? It is, it's fun!" Kara defended. "And, to make it more interesting—" she wiggled her eyebrows "—we take a shot for every question."

The pizza guy blinked.

"O-okay."

"C'mon," Kara grinned, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "I've got wine."

Twenty Questions with wine. Okay, he could deal with this. The pair sat cross-legged on the couch, bottle of wine on the table, two glasses in hand.

Kara poured the first shot.

"Alright, first question," she smirked. "What's your most embarrassing story?"

The pizza guy rubbed the back of his head. "T-that's…"

Kara laughed. "Rules are rules!"

Sighing, he downed his shot, then admitted, "Okay, so… one time, I was delivering pizza, and I tripped—face-first—into some lady's, uh…" He coughed. "You know. Boobs."

Kara blinked rapidly.

"And it happened twice."

Kara cackled. Her laugh was so pure. "I'll drink to it then!"

"R-right. My turn now, right?"

"Yep! Ask anything!"

"Do you…have siblings?" Yeah, he was more innocent than her. Too nice for his own good.

"No siblings but I do have a cousin who I consider a brother. Big farm guy. If this gets past a first date, I'll have you meet him."

"S-sure."

Meeting family already? This chick was also too nice for her own good. She drank.

"Have you ever left Gotham?" Kara asked.

"No. Been here my whole life."

They went back and forth with questions. Kara was a very curious individual and did not hold back. The pizza guy was much nicer.

"Do you have a job?" the pizza guy asked.

"Nope, full time student for now! Kinda! I do have a side-gig, technically but it doesn't make me any money."

"So like volunteer work."

A bright smile. "Yep, exactly. Volunteer work!"

They drank. At this point, after eight questions, Kara's cheeks were slightly flushed—but not from the wine.

'Is she even tipsy?'

The pizza guy, on the other hand, was feeling a little warm. Not drunk, just… light. By the tenth question, they were giggling. By the fifteenth, they had inched closer on the couch. By the nineteenth, he was staring into her eyes, deep into those bright blue oceans.

His heart pounded.

Kara smiled.

The final question.

"So."

"So…?"

"…Would you kiss me?"

The pizza guy froze.

His breath hitched.

Kara's lips were so close.

Her eyes were so bright, so warm, so everything.

And suddenly—

They were kissing.

Soft. Slow. Electric.

She tasted like vanilla and wine and something sweet.

Her fingers curled into his shirt.

His hand found her waist.

The world blurred.

It was just them.

The pizza guy was a normal horny guy but Kara Danvers? She was more than that. She was arguably the third strongest woman on the planet. Kara Danvers was Supergirl.

The civilian Supergirl felt her heart race, her Kryptonian senses hyper-aware of every detail—the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, the faint scent of rain and pizza on his skin.

Kara went for a second kiss after the brief end of the first. It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question more than a statement. The pizza guy froze for a second, really wondering if this was reality, then kissed her back, his hands hesitantly gripping her waist tighter.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer together. Kara's hands slid up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. 'He's so nervous,' Kara thought, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

"You're shaking," Kara whispered.

The pizza guy let out a shaky laugh. "Sorry. I, uh, I don't usually do this."

"Neither do I," Kara admitted, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I'm glad we are."