Diana doesn’t know what to say. She’s been lying to him for so long that the very idea of keeping things normal feels impossible. Right now, according to Bat, aliens are on their way—invaders preparing to strike. But at this moment, her biggest problem isn’t out there, beyond the walls of the restaurant.

It’s sitting right in front of her.

A few months ago, she met him, a scientific lawyer, at a formal gala. He had only recently moved to the country, unfamiliar with the figures and legends that shaped it. And so, when they fell into an easy, effortless romance, Diana realized something—he didn’t know who she was.

At first, it was a relief. He was drawn to her, not to the Amazon warrior, but simply to her. For once, she wasn’t the symbol, the protector, the goddess. She was just a woman, falling in love. But that comforting illusion had been built on a lie—who she was, what she did, why she sometimes disappeared for hours or days without an explanation.

And now, sitting across from him, she realizes there’s no time left to keep pretending.

She remembers his words.

"I feel like there’s always something on your mind, but you don’t share it with me. I care about you, Diana. But if you can’t tell me what’s going on… it makes me feel like I don’t matter to you."

Back then, she managed to avoid answering. Now? That’s impossible.

Her fingers tighten around her napkin as she glances out the window, her pulse steady but her stomach twisting. He notices. Of course. But she denies it, offering the same half-hearted reassurances she’s given before.

Until the moment they arrive.

The sky darkens, and the air hums with an energy only she can sense. No more waiting. No more pretending.

In one swift motion, Diana grabs his’s hand and pulls him to his feet.

"I’m sorry. Please, forgive me. I need to tell you something. You’re going to be angry. You’re going to be upset. But please—stay here. Stay safe. Let me deal with this at first."

Her hand tightens around his for a second before she forces herself to let go.