The woman in heels

Chapter 1

"Ahh, can't we just go home and eat potstickers?" sighed Kara as she saw the huge crowd in front of the stage. "I didn't think this through when you asked me if I wanted to see Evanescence with you."

"Excuse me? It was you who said that we should go out instead of staying in all the time. Are you being like this because I'm from Daxam? This is racist, Kara Zor-El. Or is this just another thing women can't make their minds up about?" came the hysterical reply from the prince of Daxam, Mon-El.

They were walking side by side towards the crowd but now Kara stopped and she was standing face to face with her boyfriend, both arms on her hips. "Mon-El, listen. I know that you're still new to Earth and that overreacting is like breathing for you but if you don't stop it right now, you know that my glass frame is made of lead. That's all I'm gonna say." said Kara as she locked her arm with her boyfriend's again.

"Alright, I'm sorry babe," replied Mon-El with his head looking at the ground as they continued their way towards the huge crowd.
The crowd was full of people dressed in all black, with long straightened black hair and heavy makeup. Kara was dressed in a blue sweater with beige pants and Mon-El was just… Mon-El.

"Wow, I didn't know that Evanescence fans still dressed like the members of the Addams family. Wasn't the hype over after Bring Me To Life?" hummed Kara while as she looked around.

They decided not to go too far in the crowd because they didn't want to get lost between all the people. The concert had started but the music wasn't the most interesting thing that grabbed Kara's attention. She noticed a dressed out woman trying to get on her tiptoes to see the stage but based on what Kara was seeing, she didn't succeed no matter how far she sticked her neck out. She was wearing a white dress with matching heels and she had her dark hair in a tight bun. She was seemingly alone but she had to fight a few men's hands off of her shoulder and Kara could see on the woman's face how offended she was by those hands.

"Why would anyone dress out to a concert where everyone else looks like a homeless bat?" asked Kara while still staring at the woman who was too busy with trying to see stage and avoiding men's touches.

"Well, we could say that she's dressed to kill because she really does look like she's about to kill that guy who's blocking her view," said Mon-El while smiling like an idiot at Kara. "You get it? Dressed to kill because she's d-dressed out and-" He started to explain his own joke but when he noticed that Kara couldn't care less, he stopped. "Oh, no? O-ok."

The concert was over and everyone was heading toward the exit. Mon-El took Kara's hand and they were silently walking with the crowd. Kara was really tired so she almost didn't notice that the woman in the white dress was walking in front of her. She had a bag on her shoulder and she was texting on her phone without even looking up. Little did she know that there were some evil moles living in the ground, making mole-hills for reckless people who decide to wear heels for a concert outdoors. It took the woman's right heel five seconds to find the perfect mole-hill and get stuck in it. Suddenly a short, sharp scream could be heard. The woman's ankle looked like a dancing snake and her body fell to the ground in front of Kara.

"Oh my god are you okay?" Kara released her boyfriend's hand and rushed to the woman to see if she was alright. She placed one of her hands on the woman's back and took her hand with the other. "Can you stand up?" asked Kara as she was trying to help the woman get up. "I-I think so," replied the victim of the mole-hill. "This could only happen to me, I come here to live my goth 17-year-old self's dream and end up in the grass in my white dress," she said while looking at the huge green stains on her dress at her knees.

"I'm so sorry that this happened but why did you come in heels? I mean hasn't 17-year-old you taught you that a concert might not be the most ideal destination for someone all dressed up?" asked Kara with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Ah please don't think that I'm stupid," replied the woman while slightly tilting her head with a painful facial expression. "It's just that I had to go to a meeting and didn't have time to go home and change to my dementor costume and paint my nails black."

"I see," said Kara with a smile.

"Oh, I'm Lena by the way. Lena Luthor," said Lena as she shook Kara's hand.

"I'm Kara Danvers and this is my-"

"Boyfriend," Mon-El didn't let her girlfriend finish her sentence. "Hi, I'm Mon-"

"Mik-" corrected him Kara quickly.

"Michael Jackson," finished Kara's words Mon-El.

Lena was just staring at them with the most confused facial expression ever as they were fighting for the last word. "Aaalright Kara and… Michael Jackson. Look, I'm actually in a hurry." She started looking for something in her bag, "but here's a business card, call me and we should meet up sometime, I'm new to National City and I could use some friends," she said with a desperate look on her face. "Since you seemed to care whether I had broken my ankle, I already trust you." Lena looked at Kara with a playful grimace.

Kara blushed and looked down with a smile. "Yeah sure, we should definitely meet up!" she replied while raising her head back up.

"Well, then goodbye, Kara," said Lena with a smile followed by an eyebrow raise. "Michael." Lena gave Mon-El a slow nod, then looked back at Kara.

"Bye," said Kara while looking deeply into the woman's green eyes. A quiet goodbye could be heard from Mon-El too.

Lena turned over and started walking towards the exit again, this time faster, with her arms crossed. Kara was still standing still, following the brunette's footsteps with her eyes without blinking once.

"Karaaa," Mon-El was trying to get attention from Kara because she didn't respond to his previous sentence.

"Hmm? Sorry, did you say something? I was- I was just checking if Lena's heels were fine," said Kara while slightly shaking her head.

"I was asking if you wanted to take a cab or fly me home."

"Ah, cab. I'm tired"

Kara and her boyfriend took a taxi and as they entered Kara's apartment they sat down on the couch. Kara put her legs over Mon-El's lap and put her head on his shoulder. They were silently cuddling for a few minutes but then Kara raised her head.

"Did you find Lena attractive? I mean I'm just curious about what someone who's attracted to women would find sexy. Because she's pretty you know, from a straight girl's view," said Kara with her forehead wrinkled.

"Hmm, I don't know. She was pretty, but seeing her heel get stuck in a mole-hill isn't the sexiest way to meet someone."

"I don't know, it's just that I felt some kind of connection with her, like I think we would get along pretty well. We should invite her over for dinner. I'll call her tomorrow," said Kara as she stood up from the couch.
"Do you have the business card she gave you?" asked Mon-El.

"Yes, here it is," said Kara while taking a small card out of her pocket. "Lena Luthor, CEO at-" she started reading the card to her boyfriend. "…L-wig. What? She has a wig shop? Her e-mail is luthorwig ," she looked at her boyfriend with a confused look on her face.

"Maybe she's bald. Or based on the tight bun she had tonight…soon she will be," giggled Mon-El.

"Hey, stop it. I'm sure her company is very successful. I mean did you see her outfit?"

"I was just kidding Kara, you'll call her tomorrow and we'll invite her over. But now let's go to sleep," Mon-El stood up and gave Kara a kiss on her forehead.
Kara put the silver card on the table and followed her boyfriend to the bedroom.