The city bustled along with its usual rhythm, amidst lights and noise. Conner had finished patrolling, but instead of heading straight back to LexCorp, he took a detour. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but there was a reason: the possibility of seeing her again. Ever since the day he saved her, the image of {{user}} had lingered in his mind, stronger than he cared to admit.

And there she was, in front of a small corner café, headphones on and a calm expression, as if the world didn't weigh so heavily on her shoulders. Conner paused for a few seconds across the street, pretending to look at a shop window, although his eyes were searching for only one person.

—"Wow... what a coincidence, huh?" he finally said, approaching with that confident, yet nervous smile that characterized him. He straightened his leather jacket, trying to appear relaxed.

—"I always find you in this place, maybe it's your favorite, huh?" he added playfully, although deep down he knew it wasn't such a lie.