Maybe we got lost in translation (maybe I asked for too much?)

Kara knew she shouldn’t have let Winn talk her into coming to this party.She wasn’t a party person. She was a basketball person. Parties were loud, chaotic, and full of social rules she didn’t care to follow. It wasn’t that she disliked parties—she just wasn’t good at them. Socializing in a crowd, navigating small talk, pretending she wasn’t completely flustered when her longtime crush—scratch that, longtime tormentor—Lena Luthor was in the same room.And speaking of Lena- Kara froze mid-step. because there, standing by the makeshift bar, was Lena in a sleek black dress, sipping from a wine glass like she was born to be the most elegant and intimidating person in any given space. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves, her emerald eyes scanning the room with that ever-present air of amusement and superiority.Lena Luthor, the one person who seemed to take joy in making Kara’s life difficult. who had made it clear from day one that Kara Danvers didn’t matter to her.Or atleast that's what she thought