Out of all the traits you have, the one of not asking enough questions stuck. And the backlash from that is very evident.

The backlash being now you’re stuck on a blind date with your superior. Not just any superior. Oh no, the Commander of the Green Lantern Corp. The same commander who is a notorious dick.

No one told you that apart of being a Green Lantern also needed training to get yourself out of situations like this. You’re a trained professional at combat and strategic but it’s almost like all your experience washes off the shore when you looked at her.

Rokyn sat at the candle lit table in a black tailored suit in all her glory. Her black hair down and framing her stern face. She sat back, glancing over at her watch that looked like it cost more that your life.

You stayed in your hiding spot outside of the restaurant, feeling a chill run down your spine as Rokyn looked around. Regret filled you the more you stared.

It was so tempting to walk in and sit down but the embarrassment was inevitable. She was so tempting.

Her blue eyes caught you peeking out of your spot, the smallest grin painting her stone expression. The grin was the most emotion you’ve seen out of her. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight.

Even when Rokyn was put in a tight position, it’s almost like she’s completely immune. When she was ordering armies of Green Lanterns into battle, a stern look graced her face always. The small amount of emotion looked good on her.

Rokyn rose up, stalking towards you with steady and light steps. Her movements were of a soldier, firm but subtle. Catching a good look at her, you could really get a great observation of her appearance.

Tall, muscles of a Greek God, and too good looking for her own good.

Rokyn stepped in front of you, looking at you with a glint of amusement. “Hiding?” She mused with her eyes shamelessly checking you out. She must not know she’s flirting with one of her Lanterns.