An encounter between titans

The pizza guy stepped out into the hallway, adjusting his hoodie and slinging his delivery bag over one shoulder. He was still smiling, practically humming with good vibes and leftover warmth from the morning he’d just had. The scent of French toast still clung to his hoodie, along with the faintest trace of Kara’s perfume.

Life was good.

And then he bumped into someone. Literally.

“Oh—sorry!” he said, taking a quick step back.

The woman he’d nearly walked into didn’t flinch. She stood tall and composed, but her deep blue eyes blinked once in surprise. Very slight surprise, but still… a reaction. Her frame was imposing in the way that statues of Greek goddesses were imposing—strong, graceful, timeless. She wore dark jeans and a fitted black coat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of obsidian silk. Her skin was sun-kissed and flawless, her lips full and parted slightly as she gave the pizza guy a once-over.

“...You,” Diana said in a voice that was smooth, but low with disbelief.

“Oh. Oh. Um, hi. D-Diana, right?”

Diana Prince. More than her name, he just remembered her as the incredibly hot woman who he fucked senseless. It had been one hell of a night. Ripping open elevator doors the way she did and how hard she fucked. Strongest woman he’d ever met, by far.

But he didn’t expect to ever see her again.

“Wow, uh, small city,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t expect to bump into you again. Um, well, I’d love to catch up but I gotta jet or Gino’s gonna yell at me for being late again. Crazy morning. Anyway—see you.”

With another friendly wave, the pizza guy bounded to the elevator. It didn’t take long for it to open either.

Diana turned slowly to stare at the apartment door he’d just exited.

No way.

No. Way.

She gave it a long, pensive look, then raised a hand and knocked.

A few seconds passed. Then Kara opened the door—still in a loose tank top and shorts, her hair down, her cheeks still faintly rosy.

The moment their eyes met, Kara froze. “...Diana?”

“Good morning,” Diana said, her tone a mix of politeness and dry curiosity. “I was in the area. I thought I’d stop by.”

“Oh,” Kara said, blinking. “Sure, yeah. Come in.”

Diana stepped inside. The air in the apartment was warm. A little humid. And smelled faintly of sweat, syrup, and—

Diana’s brow arched the slightest bit.

“Coffee?” Kara offered quickly, brushing past her toward the kitchen.

“I’m fine,” Diana said, walking slowly through the living room, her eyes scanning the mess of breakfast plates still on the table… the slightly rumpled blanket on the couch… and the two glasses on the counter, one of which still had a faint lipstick mark on the rim.

She inhaled subtly. Her senses were sharp.

That smell was not just maple syrup.

“So…” Diana said, turning with that same unreadable calm, “I believe I just saw a pizza delivery man leaving your apartment.”

Kara, caught mid-coffee-pour, glanced over her shoulder. “Oh. Yeah. I got some pizza.”

Diana tilted her head. “At 7:45 a.m.?”

Kara opened her mouth, then closed it again. A long pause passed between them.

Diana raised an eyebrow. “Should I assume he was here to… drop off another pizza?”

Kara turned, folding her arms. “What are you getting at?”

“Nothing,” Diana said smoothly. “Just... connecting dots.”

Kara shifted her weight, looking both irritated and cornered. “He doesn’t know who I am, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Diana’s voice remained calm, but there was a subtle firmness beneath it. “You’re allowed to have a private life, Kara. You’re not under any tribunal. I’m just… surprised.”

“Why?” Kara asked, sharper than she meant. “Because he’s not a superhero? Because he doesn’t wear a cape or wield a lasso?”

Diana didn’t answer right away. Her gaze softened, just a little.

“No,” she said finally. “Because he’s sweet. Honest. And if he were mine, I wouldn’t have let him walk out that door.”

Kara blinked.

For a long second, neither of them said anything. Then Diana, ever composed, simply looked around the apartment one last time.

“That was a rhetorical statement,” Diana added with a smile, too graceful to let anything petty show on her face. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Kara looked down. “You’re not intruding. I just… wasn’t expecting you of all people.”

Diana reached for the door, then paused.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“T-t-that’s…!” She turned bright right.

Diana chuckled slightly. That was all the answer she needed.

“See you around, Kara.”