Meaning: Secret love
Sitting in a bar filled with muscular tattooed men, pin-up models and in the center a ten foot keg of beer, she really stood out.
The dress she was wearing was low cut, showing some cleavage but still tasteful. She looked so much smaller compared to the burly men and barmaids, not weak, but more… delicate.
She waved him over when she spotted him.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late." The bartender walked off when he sat down and bought back a mug of beer. "Thanks."
"Is this what you do with all your dates? Invite them out to lunch then show up five minutes late."
"No. Maybe ten tops. I think this is the earliest I've shown up."
"Well lucky me then." She brought the mug up to her lips. She made even chugging beer seem delicate.
"So, what is it that you called for?" Zatanna asked.
"What? An old friend can't just call another old friend just to hang out?"
"Not if you're the old friend."
He sat his beer mug down on the table. "There's no catch. I just wanted to hang out. Honestly."
"Is someone after you or something?"
"No, Tanna." He laughed.
"And you don't need anything from me?"
"No, Tanna."
"If I hear anything about some secret meeting or some secret plot being schemed-"
"Never again, Tanna."
She chugged the rest of her beer down and handed the cup to the bartender. "Fine, but I hope this isn't the only place you planned on taking me."
"There's a park I wanted to show you actually."
"Lead the way then."