CHAPTER ONE

"Keira!" Ms. Grant shouted unpleasantly.

"God! What happened now?" Kara mumbled.

"Why is my cold coffee not so cold?"

"I-uh, um... probably because of the temperature, you know. Global warming and all. Glaciers are melting..." Kara hesitated

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not to you, I don't kid. I'm so sorry, Ms. Grant, I'll get you another one."

"Wait. It's okay. I am signing you to this task." She bended under her desk and smashed so many messy sheets falling from the files on the desk. "Arrange all my personal and professional files in a year category. You have 2 days to complete it. I've an appointment with my physician on Thursday. I want them completed."

Kara looked at all the files and her face saddened of workload. Her eyes rolled down. There were just so many files to go through.

"What're you looking at me for? This work's not gonna be done by itself. Now, chop chop, Keira."

"It's Kara." She mumbled to herself as she walked out of her office with all the files on her own.

"Can I help with some..." She heard a helping voice. The other second, she saw Mon-El carrying some of the files.

"Hey, hi, what are you doing here?" Kara asked gleefully.

"I am here to free you of your work for a while." Mon-El replied, waving his free hand above her head as if he were blessing her. Kara gave him a frown. She slapped his hand from above her head and put it down.

"What do you mean, free me of my work?" Kara asked in confusion.

"I was free this noon. Shift's changed. So, I thought 'let's go on a lunch with Kara. Yay!' Anyway, I'm here to take you to lunch."

She put the files on her desk, and he after her, and she asked, "Like a date?" wrinkling her forehead.

"It's, uhm, 23rd May. Heh, kidding." He says hesitatingly. "No, no, no, no, no! I am not taking you on a date. Why would I take you on a date? It's just a friendly dinner. Uh, lunch, sorry."

"Oh, I appreciate your efforts and I love you for that, Mon-El. I really wanna get outta here but I've got a lot of work to do, so..." She said, sitting on her chair and started arranging the files.

"Do it afterwards. A little walk-out won't do bad. It'll freshen you up." He said. Bending down to face her, he whispered, "And Supergirl can always do it in a blink."

"Supergirl doesn't do my personal work." She replied close to his ear.

"Well, you can't deny the fact that you are tired, so..."

"Ugh, I don't know."

"Oh, come on, come on. Please. Please?" Mon-El asked with false innocence on his face like when a child asks their parent for a chocolate.

"Okay. Puppy eyes." Mon-El delivered a large smile as she agreed.

"Thank you."

"Yes, but we have to leave here unseen by the three-eyed Ms. Grant." She got up from her chair and moves to the elevator with him.

"Wait, she has three eyes..."

"So, where we going?" Kara asked with glee as they both exited the elevator.

"I thought you had somewhere in mind. You see, I'm still new here. So.." He replied.

"Yeah, got it, bean-bag." Mon-El fired her a look for calling him a bean-bag. "Well, um, let's go to Big Belly."

"Big bell-belly?" He asked in confusion. She laughed at him and he chuckled for no reason.

"It's Big Belly Burgers."

"Ohhh, it's burgers." Kara nodded. "Okay, yeah, then let's.."

They arrive at the Big Belly Burgers. Kara was thankful for Earth for a lot reasons, but the one she was the most thankful of was Earth's variety of food.

"Why doesn't it.." Mon-El struggled to open the door of the restaurant.

"It reads pull" She stressed.

"Oh, yeah, right." He pulled the door out front and offered Kara to go in first being a gentleman. A gentle alien.

"Well, someone's being a gentleman." Kara said sarcastically.

"Thanks. You know, I watched this film yesterday. The perfect gentleman always gets the girl." He replied with a smile.

"Oh, okay. Well, let's sit over there." Kara pointed at the table with an open window beside it, blowing cool breeze and a very few people passing by. The perfect place to sit.

They came across the table and Mon-El pulled out a chair for Kara and then he sat too.

Mon-El lifted his right arm up and called for service. "I'll have 3 cheeseburgers and uh, extra large saucy fries and a strawberry milkshake." He ordered. "What will you have, Kara?"

"Me? I'll, um, why, make it double." Kara told the waitress.

"Double as in 6 cheeseburgers and 2 extra large 'saucy' fries and 2 strawberry milkshakes?" The waitress asked shockingly.

"Yeah, that'll be all." Kara replied. The waitress walked away in overwhelm and delivered the order to the kitchen.

"Extra pickle in the burgers, please." Mon-El shouted last minute.

The order arrived at their table with two waitresses carrying it. "Here's your, um,... food." One of them stated.

"Thank you." Mon-El lengthened. "What're you doing there?" He asked as he watched Kara dip a fry in the milkshake and then eat it.

"What..." She almost dropped the fry out of her mouth. "It's delicious this way. Go on, try it."

"Okay." He did as she said and tried. But the taste didn't quite suit his tongue. "Yeah, it's not."

"Okay. So, anything new in your short-lived-Earth-life?" They both chuckled at her sentence.

"Oh, same old, same old, you know." Mon-El replied formally. "How 'bout you? Anything new with you? Heh, that kinda rhymed, heh heh, heh heh. Okay, I'll stop."

"Well, yeah. You just pulled me out of it. Ms Grant wants me to arrange all her files into a category within 2 days. And there are like a thousand files to go through." Kara replied while biting her burger and then taking a sip from the milkshake.

"Well, Ms Grant sounds like a witch." Mon-El opted.

"It's bi- Whatever, never mind. And yes, she can be mean sometimes but she's nice. Kind of." She said. "She inspires me and the Supergirl.." she whispered, "..in me."

"Really? How?"

"She gives me hope. Even when I'm broken, she-she floods me with it."

"Wow!" Mon-El took a sip of the milkshake.

"Ha. Heh heh." Kara laughed at him.

"What's so funny? Kara."

"Heh. There's a mustache formed on your face." She replied, chuckling.

"Nah, I'm clean shaved. Just this morning."

"What? No. You sipped the shake, right? So, it formed a mustache."

"Oh!" He gasped in realization.

"Here, wipe it off." Kara gave him a cloth. He wiped it off. "You looked adorable." She said with a sweet smile.

He stared her in the eyes as she said that and put down the cloth. It's like they were having a moment.

"You're like a baby." She said. "You know what would make you more adorable? You with an English accent." Kara cleared her throat and spoke suddenly.

"What? Really?" He grunted. "Okay, then, from now on, I will go with the English accent." He spoke in the accent.

"No! Don't, really. You are terrible at it." She laughed. They both laughed at each other for a while and conversed till they had finally their lunch. They got up from the table and pushed their chairs in respectively.

"So, who's gonna pay the bill?"

"Well, it was your idea. So... you." Kara replied pointing towards him.

"Really? You thought that?" Kara nodded. "Well, this is not a date, so you're very much going to have to pay for your half."

"Okay. Well, don't make a big deal out of this, bean-bag." She replied sarcastically.

"Huh. This was good. We should do this more often."

"Yeah? I'm not going to come next time if I have to pay for myself." She leaves the money on the table.