"I'm leaving for dinner with Adam now, but I'm coming back straight after," Cat said pausing in front of her desk. "I want to go over the Huma interview again. I'll need you to help me. Everyone knows I'm clearly biased and I need to have someone who #feels the Bern look over it," she said, sneering slightly and rolling her eyes.

"Do they realize that it sounds like they are talking about having an STD instead of a candidate?"

Kara snorted. "I'm sure they are aware."

"It's just so… unbecoming."Her boss let out a little huff and left the office.

Kara pulled out her phone and hastily texted Adam. begging him not to make things even worse, but all she received back were emojis.

"Well, that sucks," Winn said, coming over and leaned on her desk.

Kara shrugged. "It's a good learning experience. She's teaching me."

"Or using your youth," he said, shrugging. "Wanna grab dinner before you are stuck here with Cat all night?"

"I thought I'd just order in and look over the interview so I'll be prepared," Kara said, unpacking her stuff.

"Oh."

"You can join me if you want," she said, while she responded to Adam with a set of emojis of her own.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned back. "You look like you're gonna be busy."

"Yeah, probably," she said, without looking up from her phone. "You can stay though. If you want."

Winn frowned. "Nah. I'm good. You have fun."

Kara finally looked up at his tone and watched him walk away. His posture suggested he was more unhappy about it than she had thought he'd be. It made her think about what Lucy and Adam had said and she remembered his reaction to seeing her hug James. Winn… Winn was her friend and he was acting like it hurt him to see her interacting with other people. A best friend wasn't supposed to do that. She had been neglecting him since she came out as Supergirl, but this felt different.

Her sister most likely agreed with Lucy and Adam about Winn. On paper, he seemed like he would be perfect for her. She just didn't feel that way about him. Maybe he understood that. Maybe that was why if he had a crush on her, he never told her. She hoped that was the case because she really didn't want to have that conversation with him.

If James had approached her about her crush, she would have just about died from embarrassment and he was just a new friend. Winn had been her best friend for years. She didn't want to ruin what they had, but she was worried it was only a matter of time.

"Are you still interested in trying to get to know me?" Cat asked, after they placed their orders. Adam looked at her in alarm and confusion. "Because I've been… enjoying getting to know you," she continued, placing her elbows on the table.

"What? Of course. Did I do something?"

"Last night," she said.

"Oh."

"Was it too much? I asked Kara to be close, but you pushed her between us like you couldn't stand to be around me. As soon as she was gone, you lost all interest in me except when you were handing me drinks."

"I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. That's really not what I was trying to do."

"Am I more appealing to you while intoxicated?"

"What? No!"

"Because that's what it felt like."

"No, Cat. I promise that wasn't what last night was about. I'm sorry. This still new to me. I fucked up." Cat raised her eyebrow. "Look, last night really wasn't my thing. The monkey suit, all the lights, and famous people… Teasing Kara was a fun distraction and I took it too far."

"At least now we know. I've missed out on so much of your life. You're a grown man. If you weren't interested in going, you should have just said no. I have no interest in pushing you away."

"It's not exactly easy to say no to you, Cat."

"You're my son. You are one of the few people that can get away with it."

"I really just prefer hanging out with you and Carter. You know," he said, gesturing with his hands, "without the tailored suits and stuff, kicking your ass at board games. It's hard to get to know you when there are a whole bunch of people watching. You put on these airs."

"Fair enough. I can certainly work around that."

"So how do you feel about Korean barbecue?" he asked.

"I'm not a fan of paying to cook my own food," she said as their server placed their food in front of them. The server couldn't help a small smile. "And yes your tip will reflect that," she said.

They started eating. Cat snuck glances at him over her food. "So was getting me drunk part of teasing Kara?"

He winced. "She may have mentioned that you were a light weight."

Cat rolled her eyes. "Definitely something I want my son to know. What are you even teasing her about? Her commitment to her job?"

Adam laughed. "The great Cat Grant hasn't figured it out?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Her eyes narrowed. "Figured what out?"

He shook his head. "It's not my secret to share."

"Well, it obviously involves me," she said with a sigh. "You know I've gotten bigger secrets out of much more secretive people."

"If you want to know, pay attention. You'll figure it out. I did within like an hour of knowing her."

Being a good journalist and a successful businesswoman required being able to read body language with a particular degree of accuracy. Mostly it simply required an attention to detail that most people were too busy to care about. The inner workings of their subconscious were much more obvious than most people imagined through all of their little movements.

She studied Kara more carefully than she usually did. She had thought she had the young girl all figured out, but Adam was right. There was something new to her movements lately. A different layer of awkwardness around her that hadn't been present a month ago. She had been making an effort to get to know more personal details about the girl and she wondered if it was just the new vulnerability to their relationship causing it.

She was leaning past her to grab something when she heard Kara's breath hitch and it all snapped together in her head. A crush. That would be exactly the kind of thing a friend would latch on to tease about.

She decided to test her hypothesis and scooted closer, watching for Kara's reaction. Her assistant's face reddened and her throat bobbed noticeably.

As she discussed a key point in the story, she crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up her slim thigh higher than usual.

"What do you think?" she asked, trying to hide her smirk.

"Amazing," Kara breathed out, eyes still on her legs.

"You find it amazing that Republicans made it their goal to spin Hillary Clinton to be a liar and it worked?"

"What? No!" Kara said, shaking herself out of her revelry. Well, it's amazing that so many people bought it."

"Not particularly. Politicians are liars by trade. It's not hard to convince people of something they already know," Cat said, smoothing her skirt down to a more appropriate level. "Where are those statistics?"

"Um…" Kara said, flipping through the papers on Cat's coffee table. "Not here. Let me check your desk," she said, standing.

Before Kara had a chance to move, Cat stood and found herself much closer to her assistant than she'd planned. Kara's mouth fell open and Cat watched her blink repeatedly. Her eyes flickered to Kara's lips and she was surprised when she felt her own heart pounding in her ears. Neither of them took a step back.

Kara swallowed and Cat watched the moment of her throat with new interest. Her eyes scanned down, taking in Kara's bare legs before returning to Kara's face. Kara's eyes were on her lips. She couldn't help darting her tongue out to wet them as Kara's eyes widened.

Kara looked up sharply and breathed out, "Miss Grant."

It broke the spell and Cat stumbled back. She shook off the daze and immediately made her way to her wet bar, pouring herself something strong. That had been unexpected.

Kara remained in place by the sofa wondering what had just happened as Cat tossed back her drink.

"I think we are finished for the night, Kiera," Cat said, staring down at the bar.

Confidence is attractive, Kara thought as she walked over to her boss. "Are you sure?" she asked. Her hands felt almost numb with the way her heart was drumming in her chest. That had been a moment and Cat had felt it, too. She was sure of it. She reached out a hand and touched her boss' arm. A shiver went through the older woman and she turned slowly.

"I'm quite sure. Unless you have something else to add?" she asked, tilting her head inquisitively.

Kara bit her lip. "Not exactly."

"Well, then…"

"Do you want to go out?"

"What?"

"With me. Tonight. Get some drinks or something. Carter is with his dad and you don't have to rush home. We can talk or something."

"Finally ready to spill your secret?"

"I'm fairly sure you already know my secret," Kara replied, raising her eyebrows.

Cat chuckled and met her eyes with a lingering smile. "Perhaps." Kara smiled back at her. "Maybe another night. It's late."

"Maybe?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Kiera," Cat said, moving toward her desk and loading her purse with the things she'd need for the night.

Kara grinned. "Okay then. Maybe," she said, leaving the office to get her own things together.

Cat marched out of her office toward her personal elevator as Kara moved toward the public ones.

"Where are you going? Get in," Cat snapped at her.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Kara rushed over and climbed into the remodeled elevator. The last time she'd been in the old one was when she was pulling Cat out of it as it plummeted to the ground. This was much better and oddly enough stranger. No one rode in the elevator, but Cat.

She felt a soft brush of Cat's pinky against her own and she quickly glanced over, but Cat was staring resolutely at the elevator doors. She grinned happily to herself. She had gotten a maybe. Not a no. A maybe.

Cat Grant climbed into her car without even looking back at her assistant. It was late, but the news never stopped. She sent out a few emails, receiving responses nearly immediately despite the late hour. She needed to send one to Kara, but hesitated. She sighed. She was a grown woman and this was beneath her. She rubbed her temple as she typed up the email with her free hand and sent it.

She hadn't expected Kara to be so bold, but the girl was good at following directions. She had told the girl that confidence was attractive and like usual, she was right. It was attractive. More so than she would have imagined. The chemistry between them had been a surprise.

She wondered how Miranda had handled it. She chuckled to herself. Poorly, from what Andy had told her. Miranda at least had pregnancy hormones to blame.

CatCo had been kinder than most of the other news media. She may have let her gossip bloggers have a free hand, but it had been business. Miranda had understood. After a year or so at least. If she decided to pursue this with Kara… well, she had a firmer hand on the media better than Miranda.

Cat had a sterling reputation as a hard ass, but it would still look like nepotism no matter what she did with Kara if they started a relationship. Andy had been Miranda's assistant as well, but she had moved on shortly before the story broke. She had run off with one of Miranda's underlings to start a new magazine and still there had been a few questions about Miranda's involvement.

Maybe Kara just wanted sex, Cat pondered. Sex would be easier. It would still risk the accusation of favoritism if they were discovered, but it wouldn't be as emotional. Cat liked to keep her private life private, but she would never want her partner to think she was ashamed of them. It was a minefield no matter which way she looked at it and her mother would have a field day with it.

Kara had nearly begged to keep her job not even a month ago. She wondered if Kara had considered the repercussions of them actually dating in all of her pining. It didn't seem likely.

She noticed a text message from Adam and cursed out loud when she read it.

"By the way I invited Kara to game night."