Meet Cute - Kara POV
Of course being a new teacher means she gets all the grunt work, Kara has learned to accept this notion, but her least favorite is bus and pick-up duty.
For some reason the aspect of 50-some-odd kids (of which she may know 3 from her class) running to and from her, trying to make sure that the right kid is going into the right vehicle with the right person driving is just too much for Kara after a day of second graders running around her.
Worst part is that since she’s new and doesn’t know anyone or their parents, she’s having to take three times as long for the process, which pisses the parents off to no end. Especially since she’s being strict with the “no call for pick-up, can’t pick-up” rule. Her first day she had 7 kids that their parents didn’t call ahead, so she had to stay late with the kids until the office secretary talked to the parents and OK’d their pick up, especially the last two that were by friends of the family.
On her first Friday shift, she realizes that every previous day of pick-up was heaven compared to this. All of the kids just wanted to go home and they were trying to fly into vehicles without her permission. Of course the other teacher that was supposed to help her called in sick so the sub is just standing there trying to keep everyone against the fence looking at her with wide owl eyes.
Kara finally got the idea to have the sub stand in front of the first car in line (since the pick-up line was only one car wide), and then stay there until Kara said the car was good to leave. Then she could check each car for wayward children that already decided to jump in the car before they left the parking lot.
The checklist was about two-thirds completed when Kara noticed a limo was in line. Kara heard a sigh behind her, it belonged to one of the students in her class. Louisa was one of her favorite students, outspoken when necessary, paid attention in class, worked well with others, but knew when to keep to herself as well. Kara didn’t have to worry about her at all. This was the first somewhat negative emotion that Kara had seen from the girl.
When the limo pulled up, Louisa walked up to Kara, she smiled down at the girl and then they both walked up to the back door of the limo. The window rolled down and Kara lost her breath. Inside was the most beautiful woman with dark brown, maybe black hair. Her perfect jaw line would have been Kara’s favorite feature if the pale pallet of her skin hadn’t pulled the viewer directly to her emerald eyes that had a touch of blue at the edges.
Kara doesn’t know how long she stood their gaping, but a honk from the car behind is what brings Kara out of the woman’s spell.
“Ms. Danvers, this is my aunt, Lena.”
“Hi,” Kara croaked out. Really? Kara?
The woman, Lena, opened her mouth to respond but was cut off.
“You know I don’t like being picked up in the limo, Aunt Lena.”
A frown crossed the brunette’s face, “I know, Lou, but your dad just called to ask me to pick you up, I was already in the car heading home, so I couldn’t change.”
Louisa frowned at that answer, “okay, but remind me to have a talk with dad.”
The brunette chuckled, “alright, I’ll definitely do that.”
Kara stood, mouth gaped, staring at the exchange. How on earth was this woman old enough to be an aunt?
When Kara tuned back in, both of them were staring at Kara. “I’m sorry, I missed what you said.”
The woman smiled, knowingly at Kara, “I asked if you needed anything else or if Louisa was alright to get in the car.”
Kara looked down at her list, flipping the page until she found Louisa Luthor.
Louisa Luthor
2nd grade, Ms. Danvers
Allergies: peanuts
Authorized pick-up: Eve Luthor, Lex Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Lena Luthor
Kara made eye contact with the woman again, “yes, you’re good to go. Have a good evening, Louisa, Ms. Luthor.”
“Bye, Ms. Danvers!” Louisa yells as she jumps into the limo on top of the woman. Lena.
Kara can’t help but smile. She waves for the sub to move out of the way for the limo to leave. She watches them pull away, the green in those eyes still warming Kara’s heart. Kara sighs contently.
The squealing of brakes bring Kara back to reality as the next in line pulls up, back to her list. “Kyle, you’re up!”