Chapter 6
It was nearing seven and Kara was rushing around trying to make herself perfect. After the initial shock of the date had worn off, anxiety filled every corner of her mind. She had shot Clark a quick text letting him know that their crime fighting date would have to wait until the next day. He sent back a smiley winky face emoji and wished her luck. Kara ran to her bedroom and took one final look at herself. She knew the place they were going to wasn’t very formal so she chose not to wear a dress. Instead, she decided to wear the one outfit in her closet Cat Grant had never known and probably never would have guessed she would ever own. The blond had her hair pinned back in a half up-do; one of her go-to’s for work. She had managed to pull her only pair of black leather pants out from the back of her closet. They had been a gift from Alex when the two of them had had a clubbing night. She also wore a light blue blouse which hung loosely and a white tank top on underneath. She was nervous, hoping Cat wouldn’t think less of her for dressing this way. It was going to be a completely new look on the meek assistant. Though, now that Cat knew who she was, the meek act would have to be thrown out the window for the most part.
Kara’s phone sounded off for a text message and she ran over to get it. It was Cat. ‘I’m here. Would you mind coming down? I don’t feel safe leaving the car. This neighborhood always gives me the creeps.’ Kara rolled her eyes and smiled. The neighborhood was just fine. Cat just didn’t like being around normal folk. The kryptonian smirked and shot back a quick reply to let her know she would be right down.
Cat’s phone buzzed and before she could finish reading the text, the car door swung open and Kara got in. The media mogul looked Kara up and down, her mouth suddenly very dry as she looked at her date. Leather pants? A somewhat nice looking blouse? “My dear, Kara. Where have you been hiding this outfit. I wouldn’t mind seeing it more often at work.”
Kara chuckled and closed the door before nodding to the driver to take off. “It was hiding in the back of my closet, actually. This is my clubbing clothing.”
Cat licked her lips and let her eyes rake over every inch of Kara. If it wasn’t for the fact that this was their first date, she might have considered taking her assistant home that night. But she wanted to actually get to know the girl. This was no one night stand. This was something that they both wanted to invest time and energy into. And Cat had no intention of ruining that. “Well, blue is definitely your color. ”
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When they arrived at the restaurant, Kara was thankful that it was a relatively quiet neighborhood. Considering Cat’s place in society, it was common for at least camera to be firing off at her when she came out at night. But this was way off of Cat’s usual beaten path so no one was bothering them. As they walked inside, the maitre d’ smiled kindly at them. By the look on her face, she definitely recognized Cat. But it was more in the way of a repeat customer than as a celebrity. “Right this way, Miss. Grant. Your assistant insisted that we reserved your favorite booth for you.”
Cat smiled a bit and looked back at Kara and whispered. “Yes, thank you dear assistant for insisting on it.” Kara blushed a bit as she followed both of them to the back corner of the restaurant.
The woman smiled and offered them menus after they sat down. “Your waitress will be with you in a moment.”
Once they were alone, Kara let her eyes wander around the building. Though, she didn't see much since Cat had taken the seat that faced towards the whole room. It bothered her a little only, because as Supergirl, she liked to be aware of her surroundings in a new place. But apparently Cat had the same idea; though it was most likely more to look out for paparazzi. “So, what's good here?”
Cat smiled and opened her menu. “Everything. Though, maybe leave a little room for dessert. You won't regret it.” She winked at Kara before letting her eyes roll over the menu.
Kara choked a bit and blushed deeply. As much as she wished, dessert was not code for cake or donuts or ice cream. It was code for making out and sex. Was Cat really thinking about sex on their first date? At that, her blush got even deeper.
The media mogul finally looked back up and saw the petrified look on the young girl's face. “Oh, Lord, Kara, I meant actual dessert.” She moved her hand to hold Kara's and squeezed gently. “They have incredible cakes here.”
Kara let out a loud sigh of relief and smiled nervously. “I'm so sorry, Cat. I just…”
“Yes, yes. I know. Now pull your mind out of the gutter because we're going to order and actually talk.”
And that's what they did. Cat ordered a steak and Kara ordered the 3 lb surf and turf with steak, lobster, and shrimp. She looked a bit ashamed as she ordered in front of Cat but the older woman had nothing but understanding in her eyes. When they were alone again, the hero explained how she had to eat to keep up with her metabolism. Which then turned into stories of threatening to melt her sister's face off and even the one time she almost did. Cat laughed through it all and both women found themselves feeling much more relaxed than they ever could have imagined. So much so, that when their food was put in front of them, neither one of them noticed until Kara slammed her hand on the table while telling a story and some shrimp went flying over her head into the, thankfully empty, booth behind her.
Cat's eyes went wide before she doubled over in the booth laughing. Which was then followed by Kara’s own laughter. When they calmed down, they began eating in comfortable silence, each stealing glances and Kara stealing some fries from Cat's plate. Though, the older woman didn't seem to mind. That, or she accepted that she wouldn't ever be fast enough to stop her date from taking anything.
Once they both finished, the talking resumed. Cat started to fill in all the gaps of her life that she had left out during their two year working relationship. She regaled Kara with stories of her marriage, her divorce, and her kids. And Kara soaked up every last word, placing all this new information safely in her mind. She wanted to know anything and everything about Cat. Which is why, at midnight when the restaurant closed, two take out boxes of unordered cake and a bill showed up at the table.