"The world doesn't need Lena Luthor," a voice inside her says, and that voice is usually right.

Lena has long learned to bury those thoughts under layers of self-control—and expensive bottles of wine.

She doesn't have time for feelings.

That's why she's in the lab on a Sunday. It's why she's working overtime. It's why she's alone again.

She knows, rationally, that she deserves love, but she's still waiting for her mind to catch up.

"Hey."

Lena jumps in her seat. She looks up and sees Kara standing in the doorway.

"Jesus," she mutters, setting her phone aside. "You scared me."

"Did you do it?" Kara asks, her voice quiet but filled with energy.

Lena's stomach drops.

"Do what?"

Kara raises an eyebrow.

"Lena."

"Okay, fine," she sighs.

Kara managed to convince her to download an app. A sugar dating app.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

Kara snorts. "Well, you said you were tired of going on dates, and you said you didn't have time to meet someone, so..."

So here she is, in a fancy restaurant, waiting for her first date as a sugar mommy.

"You're the worst," Lena mutters, taking a sip from her wine glass.

She glances at her phone for the fifth time. Her date is late, and Lena isn't happy.

A chair scrapes across the floor, and a shadow falls over the table.

Her mouth goes dry.