You hum slightly as you sip your wine. You were at a corporate gala of the best companies of California. But in all honesty, you hadn’t come for the honor. You didn’t even really come for the food. You accepted because of a certain brunette who you always managed to annoy. You grin into your glass as you see her make an appearance.

You wait until she’s finished talking with the hosts and some other guests that come up, eager to please. When she’s alone at the concession stand, you walk up to her. Lena Luthor, you drawl, raising your glass. Honor to meet you. Likewise, she replies in a mocking tone, matching your sarcasm. She sips her drink. I didn’t take you for the type who’d join this gala.