The classes seemed to take forever. Not that they usually went by quickly, but at least I could keep my focus on the board and my professor. Today, I still managed to write my usual notes but my attention kept being drawn to my phone. She was texting me. Normally I would never use my phone in class. I was very proud of my reputation as a good student and wanted to keep it intact, so I hardly ever did something that could jeopardise that. However, I couldn't help but text her.

"So, what kind of girl are you when it comes to drinks?" I asked her, quickly pressing send before returning it to my pocket. I personally was a bit of a gay stereotype, not that it stopped me from accepting other drinks. As you may have already learnt, I'm not the best when it comes to flirting with other LGBT+ women. I can flirt with men. Not that I ever do unless they have something I want. Hey, don't judge until you've tried it. I felt my phone vibrate again.

"I'll take anything you buy me. But I may judge you on that." I couldn't help but smile. I hadn't met a gay girl without drinking preferences but if my suspicions were right about this girl, she was just like me. Then again, lots of lesbians were wine lesbians. Nah, Maggie couldn't be that kind of girl. I spent the rest of the day texting Maggie whilst absent-mindedly attempting to study. After a while I just ended up going to the gym instead, to clear my head.

Since I'd been recruited by this secret government agency, the DEO, I had started going to yoga to keep my body from hating me. The training, aside from making me one hell of a badass, also made my muscles sore and tight. It made me look good though. I did an hour of yoga, which helped me remove a certain girl from my thoughts.

Since I was going to meet her at the local bar around 8 o'clock, I showered and called my little sister.

"Kara, I need your help." I didn't realise how suspicious that sounded until it was already out of my mouth.

"Alex! Are you okay? Where are you? Are you in trouble?" God, I should've thought about that.

"Sorry, it's not dangerous! I just need you to help me get ready for a date." Kara giggled and told me she'd be there in five. It's great, having a flying supergirl sister. Other than the fact that she's a total dork and makes a huge deal out of every date I go on. But she's got some fashion advice for me so I let her help.

Kara almost gave me a heart attack when she flew through my open window.

"DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP DOING THAT?!" I yelled at her.

"Hey, you asked for my help!" She told me, going straight for my fridge and taking out a donut.

"Hey, I invited you here to help me get ready, not to empty out my kitchen cabinets." I scolded her. She walked to my closet and pulled out my green skinny jeans with thigh pockets, like holsters.

"When in doubt, go for green. It is every redhead's colour." Kara threw a tight-fitting black shirt at me and handed me my red combat boots. Then she went back to my kitchen and started eating my pastries, questioning me about Maggie.

"So tell me about the girl, where'd you meet her? How did you get her number? What does she look like?" I got dressed as I rolled my eyes at her.

"I met her at the local cafe, you know, Java Junction?" I watched Kara nod with a full mouth and powdered sugar on her nose. My invincible little sister, everyone.

"She's probably friends with Leo because I asked for the biggest americano she got, and she still had a bigger cup. Well, she got a jug." Kara tried to say something but she still had her mouth full.

"She was very caffeinated and flirty, so naturally I was concerned and I asked her if she needed someone to walk her home. She said she'd text me and asked me to go out for a drink with her."

"So what does she look like? Where are you going for a drink?" Kara questioned me as if I had done something dramatic.

"She's a beautiful Latina, a bit shorter than me. Has the same clothing style as me and she's a waitress. We're going to that bar you're into, since we're both on the list."

"Alright well, do you wanna go out to dinner? I've done all the work I had to do for today and I really need some potstickers." I had to smile,

"You just inhaled three pastries and a donut." But I let her haul me over to the Chinese place for a quick bite. I wasn't really up for eating. I was nervous, going on a date with such a pretty girl. Now, don't get me wrong, I know I'm pretty too but Maggie is.. special. Somehow she was different. My little sister however was strongly enjoying the food, chatting up a storm as usual. She talked about her best friend, Winn Schott and how amazing he was at maths. They're both dorks.

Suddenly it was time to go, so we paid the bill and parted ways. As I walked towards the bar, self consciousness took over my brain. Should I have worn a different shirt? I'm dressed quite casually for a date. But then I turned the corner and saw Maggie, making me forget all my worries. Plus, she looked just like me. Black skinny jeans and a red button-up. Combat boots. She smiled at me as I took her hand and we knocked on the door.

"Password?" The guy asked.

"Diabolic." We spoke together, and Maggie squeezed my hand. The guy let us in and I made Maggie go get a coin for the pool table, as I bought us both a beer. Let's start slow and see where it goes.