Every day for the next week, she came to St. Jude's Club for lunch. She got Kimberly's message, but didn't respond. How could she? She stood her up! No one would tolerate that; even she didn't. She didn't know why she froze. She'd never seen someone so pretty enough to resort to online dating - well, half of the personals she flipped through had pictures of suspiciously good-looking girls, but who can really tell? Well, at least now she knew that Kimberly was real.

So real that she happened to notice the redhead also stopped by the club for lunch. Every single day. It was just so tempting to go over to her and say hello, and pretend that nothing happened between then. Besides, Kimberly didn't know who she was, right? She could just go up, say hello, force herself to carry out small talk, and then they could be friends, but, no, she always sat in the back, away from the crowd, the noise, and from Kimberly.

It was like torture.

Kim looked behind her. There was that girl - no, woman - who sat in the back. The same one that she thought left the other day. Maybe she's Single F? Or just a regular at the club... She managed to get a good look at her face since the woman was looking down at her food. Slightly pale, glasses, and hair that looked like silk. She looked up and her eyes locked on with Kim's, before she broke away, staring down at her food again.

Kim turned her head back to the window. Maybe she is Single F, but she's incredibly shy? But if she's shy, why bother calling her only to bail on her? Maybe she took one good look at Kim and then balked? It wasn't like Kim was unattractive, but maybe she wasn't Single F's type?

She shook her head. Too many hypotheticals.

But, maybe, she should try something else? Grabbing her purse, she headed towards the bathroom at the back of the club. She passed by the woman's table - their eyes locked again - and gave her a warm smile before disappearing into the ladies' room.

Her cell phone started ringing. Fumbling with her pockets, she pulled it out and stared at the caller ID. "Kimberly."

She panicked. Should she take it? She just saw Kimberly walk into the bathroom... Was this a test? She didn't dare look around, in case Kimberly was watching somewhere... but she was in the bathroom - or was she? She felt conflicted: if she took the call, it would give away her identity in the club; if she didn't, Kim would think that she wasn't interested anymore.

She bit her lip. What to do, what to do...

Kim had gone into the bathroom, only to come back out again quietly after she was sure Single F's gaze went back to her food (or whatever was so interesting on her table). She peered into the club from the hallway into the bathroom area and noticed that Single F was clutching her phone. The one thing that Kim appreciated with technology was the fact that she had caller display on her phone; when Single F called her the other day, she immediately saved the number and was glad that the caller ID wasn't blocked.

Maybe it was a bit creepy, maybe it wasn't, but Kim wanted to confirm her suspicions. And she was right. Judging by how Single F gripped her phone and stared dumbfounded in shock, Kim figured it was time to take control of the situation.

Kim ended the call. She saw Single F close her flip phone in defeat and settled back in her chair. Kim slowly walked towards Single F's table.

She wasn't paying attention when Kimberly slid into a chair in front of her.

"Hi."

She looked up at Kimberly's smiling face. Panic set in.

"Uh, hi..."

Kimberly apparently noticed the hesitation in her greeting and her gaze softened. "I know it's direct of me, but are you Single F?"

She could only nod. Words were failing her at the moment, but she felt that she owed Kimberly an apology. "Look... About the other day..."

"It's ok, I'm nervous too," replied the redhead.

She nodded. Maybe Kimberly wasn't angry with her. Maybe they reached a mutual understanding without saying much at all.

"I'm Kimberly." A hand stuck out for her to shake, which she did. "But you can call me Kim."

"I'm Sheridan, but you can call me 'Shego.'"

The redhead nodded. Maybe this was a good start.

Author's Notes: FYI, it's not a club-club, more like the old-fashioned term for coffee shop or a place where you can get sandwiches, tea, etc.

I didn't expect such a strong reaction to write more for this ficlet, so I am going to stretch it out a bit more. I didn't like how the first chapter turned out, but I needed to get it out of my system since it was bothering me for the entire day. I'm flipping back and forth between perspectives because I wanted to give it a try.

For those who were wondering, the italicized lyrics/text in the first chapter correspond to the messages that are passed back and forth between the two.