Clark had spoken. He was concerned that she had wrapped herself in a cocoon in her work, suffocating under her need for control. They were friends and friends interacted. Or at least were supposed to.
He said something about her being a workaholic and needing to get out more. She had gone to dinner at J'onn and Oliver's kind nudgings. They talked and laughed and she barely touched her meal. Then she was back at work the next day. Even Lois wanted her to embrace outside. She put on her black knee high boots with a short black and red skirt, deep V red halter and hit the town.
She flashed her winning grins, she danced, she listened. She had fun. She avoided body contact and phone numbers on napkins.
When the sensation wore off, Chloe sat on the staircase outside Watchtower, boots off and cursing the pain in her feet. They would pay.