tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Monday afternoon, 9/22
Rating; PG
Characters; Kara

plz_2_b_an_hero
Summary; Kara and Zack meet for lunch.
Log; Kara waited somewhat impatiently at a little table outside Cafe Juliet. Not that Zack was late (because watches could be 5 minutes or so off, right?) but because she was kind of excited about this. Zack seemed like a nice guy. Okay, he seemed like a really nice guy. The odds were that nothing serious would probably come of today but it never hurt to make new friends, right?

She had opted for her usual outfit of jeans and a cute shirt, forgoing her costume for something more casual. Plus she had to wash the costume from the curse yesterday. Sir Integral probably took good care of it but still, someone else had been wearing it all day.

So, she was on the lookout for someone resembling the cute guy she had seen on the network so she could wave him over.

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Kara felt better about her own blushing seeing that Zack was doing it too. It was nice to know that she had that affect on him. She wouldn't have to be sure not to abuse that. At least not too much.

"They're beautiful," she said, ruffling his hair a bit and stepping back and hooking her arm into his. "So what are we going to get?"

Zack cleared his throat, composing himself along with his hair, a few quick motions that visibly snapped him out of the brain freeze from a few moments before. "The color of the sky, I always say!" he grinned, knowing he was still a bright and embarrassing color but choosing to ignore it. "And that all depends on what they have and what you want."

"Well, you did promise me cake," she said, leaning into him just a bit. It was nice to have this kind of physical contact with a guy and not worry about him getting any weird ideas about it. Alright, so she had totally just met him, but still. He was a really nice guy.

"Anything beyond that is just details."

Zack was more baffled about Kara's behavior than anything, never meeting a girl quite so forward back home.

But really, if he just thought of it like how he thought of him being all cheerfully invasive of personal space, it wasn't so bad. (Though now he understood why Cloud and Angeal got so twitchy whenever Zack was being obnoxious.)

"Details, huh? Well let's go hash them out now so we can eat something," he grinned, partially at her and partially just in general as he strode along with her to the entrance. Being sure to hold the door for her, of course!

"I think a salad is in order," she said as they strolled into the cafe. She had been here several times before but still glanced at the menu. The chicken salad was really good and rather filling as far as salads went.

"So what kind of food do they have on your world, Zack?"

Zack surveyed the menu right along with her, making an absent thoughtful noise. Sandwiches. Sandwiches sounded good. If there was a club of some kind, he'd already have his mind made up-- "Actually, this kind of stuff here looks pretty normal to me."

"Awww, that's kind of disappointing," she said, still secure against his arm and looking over the choices. That was the problem when a place had a lot of good items, it was hard to decide.

"No other universe food or anything like that." Biting her lip thoughtfully, Kara finally made her choice. "Okay, chicken ceasar salad for me!"

Zack winked, a motion that was just as quick to appear as the quirk to his lip. "I'm sure we'll figure out more than enough differences between our worlds. Best to have some similarities to start with, though, right?"

"And a club sandwich," he told the woman at the counter. "Just a water with that. What'd you like to drink, Kara?"

She liked the wink. It was cute. Pretty much everything about Zack was cute. Okay, the muscles were not cute, those were definitely hot. It was a really nice combination, although a little unfair.

"Just water is fine," she told him, already fishing in her pocket for her money. "Might as well go healthy all the way."

Zack reached over to poke lightly at the foraging arm with his own wallet, shaking his head. "Hey, now, I called this one fair and square. Stop that."

He hummed thoughtfully as he dug out some cash. "And it's not because it's healthy. You just don't want to see me on caffeine."

Kara was all set to argue but she supposed that he did have a point. He had called it fair and square. And it was very gentlemanly of him to offer.

"Alright, you can get it this time," she conceded. "And thank you for getting it. You'll let me get the bill next time though, right?"

He laughed, tucking away the change and noting the order number on the receipt to listen for. "Sure, sure, if you call heads on a double-sided coin flip that's both tails."

Zack tugged at linked arms. "Shall we sit? It's probably going to be a minute."

"Yes, let's sit," she said with a nod and followed him towards a table. She was having fun so far, even though it had only been a few minutes or so she was enjoying herself.

"I bet you I can call a coin flip 100%," she said, matter of factly.

Sit, sprawl, it was all the same to Zack. This was of course after he habitually reached behind himself to set his sword aside, a moment of confusion passing before he remembered that he hadn't brought it along.

It was a hasty sprawl. "I know better than to make a bet with someone I don't know the capabilities of," he said lightly, shrugging. "I'm pretty flattered that you're already threatening a second date."

"Oooh, you're smart," she said, beaming brilliantly at him. She was willing to bet that Zack was a really good soldier. Smart and skilled. Kara wondered if he could dance.

"So what do you do when not storming fortresses of ninjas?"

"Well, it's kind of complicated, but I guess I'm just a mercenary, now." Getting into the whole 'betrayed by my employer, imprisoned for several years as a test specimen in genetic experiments, and then gunned down by the employer's military' was a little heavy for a first date, after all.

"Do you get a lot of mercenary jobs in the City?" Kara asked, tilting her head a bit and leaning forward. She was interested in what Zack had to say, mostly because she was interested in Zack, but it never hurt to get more information on what types of things went on in the City.

Zack laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. Sure, he talked big, but the reality wasn't anything impressive. Best to set that up with body language right off, since he was under so much scrutiny. "Well, I haven't been here very long, but I'm working part of the time as a bouncer and all the rest is spent being my roommate's bodyguard. Even though sometimes it feels more like 'babysitter'."

He leaned with his arms on the table, comically imitating her stare right back at her. "What about you?"

Kara gave Zack a bit of a look for mocking her pose though she figured that it was only fair. Crossing her arms and leaning back, she gave a bit of a sigh.

"Not a whole lot, really," she confessed. "I just started working at the coffee shop with Molly but that's mostly for something to do. Really I just kinda hang out."

Zack was one-hundred percent innocent. A little teasing never hurt anyone. His raised eyebrows added to the effect. "And you think I'm going to let you spend that bit of cash feeding my bottomless stomach?"

"Please, I'm still underage so the City gives me an allowance," she explained, rolling her eyes a bit. "I just work so I don't get too bored."

That was the worst part about the City. It was so small and there was so little to do. She was used to rushing off at a moment's notice and saving someone, or traveling all over the world or to different planets. Being stuck in one City was... lame.

Zack tilted his head with a blink. Kara was pretty tall, and didn't look much younger than... mm... Cissnei, maybe, but then again, he couldn't remember how old Cissnei was.

Which made the whole thought kind of stupid.

"Underage? Really? You're so sharp I thought you were in your twenties, or at least close."

Not that he was technically all that much older, considering four years were spent mostly unconscious, but...

"Yeah," she said with a shrug. Clark always told her that she was tall for her age but Clark was kind of tall too, so maybe that was just a Kryptonian thing.

"Yup, still just a lass of 17. And I don't know about being all that sharp," she added. "I guess I've had some great teachers. Plus living in the future for a while probably helped."

"Great teachers can make a pretty big di--" He stopped. Blinked. "The future?"

"Yup," she said with a nod. Kara's own personal time line was kind of messed up, even she wasn't sure just how old she was or how many years she had lived through.

"Okay, so I grew up on Krypton until I was a teenager. Then my parents put me in suspended animation and I came to Earth. Then I totally like... went to the future for a bit and lived there before coming back home."

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