It's the Woman of Tomorrow.

Supergirl.

Bright red cape. Royal blue top. That iconic golden “S.” And, yes, the short red skirt that somehow still managed to ride the line between noble and scandalous.

The pizza guy blinked twice just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from lack of sleep.

Supergirl looked around the pizza shop with polite curiosity, hands locked behind her back, humming a little tune to herself. She wore a soft smile that somehow made her look even hotter, if that were possible. And as she turned to look at him, he noticed—those legs. Long. Sculpted. And that skirt? Wow. It was practically defying physics.

“Hi there,” Supergirl said, cheerfully.

‘Wow, her eyes are blue—!’

He straightened up, nearly knocking over the tip jar. “H-hi! Uh—wow. You’re—Supergirl. You’re, uh… here.”

Supergirl smilled. “I was tipped off about a potential incident around this area. I figured I’d stop in, maybe… keep an eye on things for a while.”

“R-really?” he asked, voice cracking just a bit. “T-thanks! That’s great! It’s—it’s amazing having you here. You’re a huge deal. Wow, it’s great to have you protecting this place.”

Supergirl tilted her head, that little lock of hair over her brow bouncing slightly. “You mean the two of us protecting this place.”

“R-right.”

She stepped forward, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning in just a bit. Her eyes locked with his, and her voice dropped into something a touch more playful. “Mind giving me a tour?”

He blinked. “You… want a tour? Of the pizza place?”

"Mhm!" Supergirl nodded, making eye contact like she was genuinely excited. God, did he mention her eyes were majestically blue?

“O-okay, sure. It’s, uh, not that big. But yeah. Totally. Right this way.”

He led her through the kitchen first. Supergirl walked with her hands still behind her back, occasionally glancing at things and humming as if this was the most interesting place she’d been all day.

“This is where the magic happens,” he said, gesturing toward the ovens. “That’s the sauce station. Dough gets prepped over here. And that’s the giant cheese fridge, which, fair warning, will attack you with the smell of mozzarella if you open it too fast.”

Supergirl giggled, actually giggled. “Dangerous. Duly noted.”

He scratched the back of his head, still unsure if this was some kind of fever dream. “Uh… and over here’s the walk-in cooler, but that’s boring.”

She stepped closer to him, nodding with mock seriousness. “I’ll take your word for it.”

He laughed nervously. “And, uh, in the back—there’s just the break room. TV, couch, old game console. Nothing special.”

“Still,” she said, gesturing, “lead the way.”

The backroom was small but cozy. A faded couch sat against one wall, facing a TV with a beat-up console and a stack of old games. The lights were low. It smelled faintly like oregano and old wood.

Supergirl stepped inside and did a playful little spin, hands still behind her back. She stopped, facing him, her skirt fluttering ever so slightly from the motion.

She looked dangerously adorable.

“I like it,” she said brightly. “It’s cozy.”

He leaned awkwardly on the doorframe. “Yeah, uh… it’s where I hide when Tony goes on his fourth rant of the night.”

She laughed, then turned her gaze back on him—serious now, but soft. Her blue eyes sparkled under the dim light, and she took a small step forward.