Kara shifts in her seat, uncomfortable in the tight space she's sat in. Leave it to her friends to pick the most cramped table in the whole café just because it's their favourite place to sit. There is barely anyone else around, but they are still sat right next to another table where a small group of women are sitting.

Since Kara arrived last because she had to get an article submitted before lunchtime, she got the last seat available, the one squished in right behind one of the women from the other table.

She has already had to have an awkward exchange with her to get into her chair and she's dreading the moment one of them has to get up because they'll have to have another.

The worst part is that Kara can't even complain to her group about the cramped seating arrangement because she's sat so close to the other woman that she will hear every word without a shadow of a doubt so she can't risk being rude, it's just not in her nature.

"Hey Kara, did you get that article finished up before the deadline?" Nia asks from across the table where she has plenty of space to sit like a normal person instead of having her chair pushed into the table uncomfortably.

Kara nods, trying to ignore the relentless jabbing of the table into her ribs so she can give the stranger behind her as much room as possible. "I did, just in the nick of time. I'm actually pretty proud of this one."

Alex perks up from her coffee, Kelly by her side with her arm looped with her wife's. "What's this one about?"

Kara opens her mouth, but no words come out because her whole body is frozen and liquid is dripping down her face, her now wet hair pressed to her skin.

Out of pure instinct from having a freezing cold iced coffee thrown all over her, Kara shoves her chair back and attempts to race to her feet. The only problem with that is the chair behind her is also begin thrown back, shoving them both back down into their seats in a mess.

Both women turn to see what is blocking their way only to see one another, both dripping from the spilled drink. Above them a less than sorry looking man stands over them.

"Luthor scum." He hisses and tosses two empty cups to the floor, not at all sorry that he also got an innocent bystander soaked through with his hate stunt.

Every eye in the café is on them, staring them down and waiting for them to do something. Even Alex, who would usually be up on her feet and ready to fight so she can protect her little sister, doesn't know what to do and is sat there frozen.

To their credit, the ladies handle it with as much grace as they possibly can given the situation. They take it in turns standing up and then both make a beeline for the bathroom, leaving a trail of coffee behind them as they go.

Neither say a word, just each find a sink and stare at their own reflections in the mirror, lost at how they can make themselves more presentable after having coffee upturned onto them.

Since Kara is scuppered as to how to fix her appearance, she decides to take a peek over at the stranger that she now recognises as Lena Luthor. She wouldn't be a good reporter if she didn't recognise her. She wants to see if Lena is having a better go of fixing herself up, but it seems that Lena was planning on copying her.

When they make eye contact Lena finally speaks. "I'm sorry you got caught up in that."

Kara snorts out a laugh. "Believe me when I say that I've been caught up in worse. A little coffee won't hurt, it might even soak into my skin and make me super productive after lunch."

Kara's attempt at humour isn't great but it seems to be enough to put Lena at ease because a tiny smile has made its way onto her face but quickly obscured by her hands as she splashes water onto her skin, washing away the sticky mess the sugary drink left behind.

"I wish it worked like that. I'd be taking caffeine baths on a daily basis."

Both of them wash off as much of it as they can but still look like drowned rats because of their soaking wet hair. "Damn, we look awful." Kara complains, mostly to herself.

"Speak for yourself." Lena mutters, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, I meant me. You look great, soggy but great. Really pretty." Kara stutters out, mortified that she just insulted not only a stranger, but a billionaire stranger with more connections than dollars.

Lena only responds with a laugh, absolutely overjoyed with the reaction she got. "I'm just messing with you, you're right, we do look awful."

"We really do."

They find themselves chilled to the bone, laughing to themselves in the bathroom of a café and have no idea how their days have come to this.

"I don't know about you, but I think I'm just going to sneak out and not have to deal with all the looks from my friends." Kara states when they've finished giggling, thankful that she grabbed her purse on the way in here so she doesn't have to go back out to the table and can sneak out the side door where the staff go out to smoke.

"I'm with you, I need a shower and don't want to deal with my friends either, not that I can really call most of them that, they're all vultures." Lena grabs her own purse, gesturing for Kara to lead the way.

They sneak out of the bathroom, being careful to go slow to not draw too much attention and manage to slip right out into the open air of the alley with no problems. Only when they are outside to they text their own friends to tell them that they're bailing and will catch up another time.

Lena finishes up her text to Sam, apologizing for ditching her but not being willing to face Andrea looking like she does. Her eyes glance up at the time and widen immediately, panic setting in. "Shit."

"Is everything alright?" Kara questions, just about to head home to call it a day, she can work from home instead.

"There's no way I can make it back home to shower and be back at L-Corp for my meeting in time. I'm going to lose an investor all because of a cup of fucking coffee!" Lena grips her hair between her fingers, tugging lightly and trying to come up with a solution.

Kara coughs awkwardly. "Um, my place is around the corner, do you want to use my shower? I can lend you some clothes too, but they aren't as fancy as yours."

"Are you certain?" Lena peers up at her, desperation leaking out of every pore.

Kara just nods, walking down the alley with quick steps, trusting that Lena will follow her. Lena falls into stride with her quickly, walking beside her as if she knows where she's going.

They make timid conversation, both trying not to be too weird because they have gotten themselves into quite an abnormal situation.

"This is strange to ask but are you going to murder me? I don't usually invite strangers into my place, so I think it's probably best I check." Kara blurts out in the middle of Lena chatting about how sunny it is out today, so maybe she isn't doing too well at not looking weird.

Lena breathes out of her nose, not quite laughing but showing that she finds Kara funny. "I don't have the energy to be murdering anyone today."

"Oh cool, I can start watching my back tomorrow then."

"Good plan." Lena can't help but actually like Kara, she doesn't try to hide what she's feeling or thinking, a breath of fresh air from the suits she is forced to socialize with outside of her best friend Sam.

Kara lets them into her loft, Lena's eyes brushing over every little item in the place, finding the apartment cute, if a little small. She's jealous how Kara has made it feel like a home, something she has never been able to achieve at her own penthouse apartment.

"The shower is this way." Kara takes her through her bedroom to the bathroom. "Do you want to take a look and see if any of my clothes will be good enough for your meeting? I have a few nice shirts."

Lena feels uncomfortable flipping through kara's clothes, not wanting to insult the woman that seems to wear a lot of button ups and cardigans. She finds herself at the end of the rail fairly quickly, right where Kara keeps her best clothes. She doesn't want to be rude and take the nicest clothes she has but she needs something appropriate for her meeting.

Her hands land on a plain black blazer and blue shirt. They'll have to do. Her skirt has fared alright in the icy attack, and since it's dark it won't show the coffee splodges. "Is it alright if I borrow these?"

Kara takes a look at what Lena is holding, surprised that she actually found something to her tastes. "Sure, take whatever you need."

With a nod of thanks Lena heads into the bathroom, finding that Kara has set a towel down on the sink for her.

Lena struggles to get the shower going and is disappointed by the lack of pressure but beggars can't be choosers. Having the coffee properly washed out of her hair is a delight she wasn't expecting, and she'll smell of the blonde's fruity shampoo for a while now.

The clothes don't fit perfectly but she's sure she can pull them off, she just leaves the shirt unbuttoned more than she usually would because of the tight fit and pretends that the wide shoulder of the blazer is a fashion choice.

She steps out of the bathroom towel drying her hair. Kara points to the hairdryer with a smile, already plugged in for her by the mirror, and takes her turn in the bathroom.

Lena gets right to work on her hair, making it as presentable as she can.

Kara must be quick at showering because Lena is still working on it when she heads back out, hair damp and looking comfortable in her sweatpants and loose tee. She looks hot, and Lena has to admit that when she looks at her now, all relaxed and soft, she is a very attractive woman.

"Thanks for helping me, I promise that I will get everything back to you as soon as I can." Lena turns to face Kara, a lot more presentable than she was earlier and feeling confident again for her meeting. "I really appreciate it…I'm sorry I didn't catch your name, how rude of me."

"Kara, Kara Danvers." Kara holds a hand out to shake Lena's gripping the woman's hand softly. "And don't worry about it, I'm going to work from home for a couple of days now so just drop them by when you get chance. I'll give you my number too just in case that doesn't work for you."

Lena doesn't get a chance to respond before a piece of paper with a list of digits is pressed into her palm. "Thank you, Kara. I'm really sorry to have to rush out on you after everything you've done for me, but I do have to go."

"Don't worry about it, and don't worry about you clothes, I have to take a trip to the dry cleaners anyway, so I'll take yours with mine. Text me and we can trade clothes at a later date.

Lena can't help but swoon at Kara, the perfect stranger that is somehow not made that she got covered in coffee because of her and is helping her out in every possible way out of the kindness of her heart. "You're the best."

"I know, have a good meeting." Kara walks Lena to the door, noticing that Lena keeps checking her watch and tapping her foot nervously.

"Thanks, see you soon. I'll text you." Lena slips out of the door, wishing she has time to look back but knowing that she's going to be seeing more of Kara Danvers, and she's definitely not mad about it.