So, this story was originally written in Portuguese by lamamiwhoami, and I thought it was such a beautiful piece of art and cuteness that I decided to translate it to English to reach more people around the world. It'll be a short story about one of the most amazing ships: SUPERCORP, from the TV show Supergirl. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake.

SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS

Lena Luthor is an observer woman. The lonely ones, in general, tend to be more observant than the communicative or sociable ones, and that's a fact, but Lena Luthor is an extraordinary case. She has been taught, since she was a seven-year old little girl, to analyze facial expressions, body languages, tones and voice variations. The slightest gestures, trembles, the mere thin air passages. Nothing escapes her keen eyes.

This time, except for the fact that Lena has never been so confused and hypnotized, it's not so different.

Or that's what she prefers to believe in, as Kara has been rambling for about twenty minutes, and Lena was not able to absorb a single word at all.

"Lena…?" The reporter shyly adjusts her glasses. "I'm so sorry for keep talking nonstop…"

"Don't be, Kara." Lena gestures quickly with one hand. "I was distracted, but I like to listen. You know I don't usually enjoy many casual conversations with other people…"

"I'm sure they don't know what they're missing!"

There it is, the sunshine smile. It blossoms with the grace and vagrancy of the first spring flower, full of colors. Lena, as a great observer, does not simply appreciate the mere concept of a 'smile'. Lena relishes the perfect curvature, the way the corner of Kara's eyes wrinkle, the soft flushing of her cheeks, the swings in her upper lip, the kindness in her blue eyes every time she smiles. Lena Luthor had never received such a reverent smile.

"Mrs. Luthor?"

The reluctant voice of Jess, her assistant, wakes her up. Kara is covering her mouth to hold back a laugh as she sees how the CEO looks lost and dreamy, what makes her cheeks flushing again.

"Yes, Jess."

"Lex Luthor's lawyer called for the fourth time today." Lena watches the way her secretary swallowed hard, fearful. "He insists that you go to Metropolis, to the penitentiary, to celebrate your birthday with your brother. He said he has a present for you."

"A present?" She laughs bitterly. "What would it be?" She raises her eyebrows with all the sovereign sarcasm that runs in her veins and tongue. "A gun barrel between my teeth?" She sighs. "Ignore him, Jess. Make sure that each number used for him is prevented from returning."

"Yes, Mrs. Luthor." Jess glares at Kara with affliction, before sneaking out of the office.

Lena turned as fast as she could in her chair towards the large windows, watching the middle of the afternoon passing by. Her reflection in the glass, although dazzled by the Sun, shows exactly what she feared.

"Lena?" Kara cleared her throat.

"Maybe we can rebook this friendly conversation, Kara. There is much to be done here, in L-Corp, I'm sure you understand…"

"Look at me, Lena."

She turned the chair again with a long sigh, encountering a lovely frowning reporter with arms crossed, pouting, but with a surprise and deep compassion in the eyes, that made her wish to disappear.

Or fall into her arms.

"Kara…"

"Is today your birthday?"

"It doesn't matter, Kara. I don't celebrate since I was adopted by the Luthor's, practically. If my brother's lawyer had not been calling since the day dawned to persuade me to go to Metropolis, or if Jess had not quietly left a lovely breakfast on my table before I got here, I wouldn't even have remembered that it's today." She shrugged guilty.

"Grab your purse and coat, Lena." Kara stands up with determination, smoothing her skirt and adjusting the glasses for the thousandth time.

"I'm sorry?" Lena laughed softly and incredulously.

"We are leaving, you and me, no excuses." Kara smiled innocently, marching out the door and dismissing, without Lena's permission, Jess to have the rest of the day off.

Lena widened her eyes and paralyzed with both hand on the table. She's a woman who doesn't take orders, but at the same time, she doesn't feel it coming from Kara in this way. Lena is not so easily removed from her appointments, but her legs were suddenly impatient to follow her.

The purse and the coat rest on her arms before she even take a minute to question herself. Passing in front the reception desk, Jess smiled at her like never before, waving. Kara was holding the elevator with one foot, swinging in and out of the cabin like a reckless child.

"Please, Kara, don't tell me that you're going to take me somewhere where I'll find happy drunk people in a hat with a cake in their hands singing out of tune. I appreciate your effort, but I don't think it's really necessary to celebra…"

"Of course not, Lena…" She smiled so sweetly that the CEO hushed and raise the eyebrows. "Of course the drunk people will not be wearing a hat."