A restaurant

The elevator door slides open to reveal a modest sized foyer. Two ferns flank a hostess podium, behind which stands an attractive woman in a tailored tuxedo. Delicious food smells waft in, accompanied by a background chatter of voices and the quiet clatter of plates and glassware. “Good evening…” the hostess begins, but her voice catches when she sees the costumed heroine with you. “Um yes, we’re, that is your table is ready. This way please.”

You gesture for Wonder Woman to follow the hostess, which she does after giving you an enigmatic look. The hostess leads you into an open and airy restaurant full of people. Waiters bustle around busily but unhurried. The entire room turns to look when the Amazon princess strides confidently across the room.

The hostess – who is cute but nowhere near hot enough to divert your attention today – guides you to a small booth in the corner. Diana slides in on one side while you slide in the other, so the two of you are 90˚ from each other. The hostess hands you each leather-bound menus and asks if she can get you anything to drink. You order a bottle of red wine and she disappears.

Diana has been scrutinizing your surroundings, a puzzled expression on her face, ignoring the people who have pulled out their phones to take her picture. Suddenly a look of recognition blooms on her face, “I know this place!”

“Took you long enough. Yeah it’s an old H.I.V.E. base that you cleared out last year. The new owners took over six months ago and decided to turn it into a restaurant-slash-speakeasy.”

“Clever. On their part and on yours.”

“Well it’s not easy…” you are interrupted by a young girl, maybe 5 or 6 who walks up shyly and asks Wonder Woman for her signature. Diana gives the child a warm smile and signs whatever the tot is holding.

“How did you hear about this place?” Diana asks you when the child has returned to her seat.

“The staff all park in my garage, and the chef offered to hook me up. He’s from New Genesis if you…”

Two party girls in their 20s walk over to ask if they can take a selfie with Wonder Woman, who of course agrees. The delighted girls take a couple pictures, squeeing about how much they love her and how no one will believe this. Diana is regal and gracious, and eventually the girls withdraw.

The manager is next to interrupt you, thanking Diana – and as an afterthought, you – for gracing them with your patronage, and insisting that their permitting dispute with the city is just a minor hitch and nothing to worry about. She assures him that enforcing municipal regulations is not her department, and the man looks relieved. He introduces you to his server, a young man named Colin who tries very hard not to stare at Diana as he walks you through the extensive menu; most of the dishes you’ve never heard of, but they all sound amazing. Your wine arrives and the manager goes through the ritual of opening it, letting Wonder Woman taste it and nod approval before pouring glasses for you both. You clink glasses and sip; the vino is excellent.

The heroine has an amused look on her face, “I did warn you I tend to attract attention when I’m in costume.”

“No of course, it’s fine,” you say, doing your best to hide your annoyance, “You’re famous and beautiful and powerful and naturally…”

This time it’s an older couple who want to thank her for saving their daughter’s life in some incident awhile back. She is as gracious as ever, chats with them for a minute, and signs a menu for their daughter.

While she’s chatting with the two seniors, you look around. Most of the diners and staff are at least trying to be discreet, but a good third of them are openly staring and whispering among themselves. A few people are nervously trying to finish their meal as fast as possible so they can get away. And there are definitely a couple people glaring in your direction. You notice one woman in particular, an attractive blond in an elegant business suit staring daggers at your companion. She’s sitting behind Wonder Woman, out of her field of vision, and you wonder if you should point the lady out to Diana. But then two waiters appear with a bamboo privacy screen and set it up so you’re hidden from the rest of the diners, including the angry businesswoman.