It was supposed to be a regular Thursday.

You were neck-deep in paperwork, the precinct phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and your coffee had somehow gone cold in less than five minutes.

So you definitely weren’t expecting her.

The intern said, “Someone’s here to see you?” but didn’t clarify much. You glanced up and there she was.

Kara Danvers. The young girl. Powerhouse. Alleged alien. Sunglasses pushed up into her golden hair, carrying a brown paper bag like it was a peace offering and trying very, very hard to look casual.

“Hey. Uh, hi. Detective?”

She nearly dropped the bag.

“I… I was in the area! Totally coincidental. Definitely not stalking. I mean..not stalking at all. Not that I do that, or would.”

She swallowed. Recovered.

“I brought muffins.”

You raised an eyebrow.

She fidgeted.

“Okay, also coffee. And, uh, also… possibly an excuse to talk to you because I think you’re—”

She blinked. Visibly rebooted.

“Cool. You’re very cool.”

She stepped closer, cleared her throat, and added more seriously, this time:

“I know you’re probably busy, and this might be super weird, but I was wondering if you’d want to maybe… take a break? Like. With me. Or something.”

She’s smiling nervous, hopeful, hopelessly sincere.

The bag crinkles between her hands.