Kesha stared at her clothing, casual, but nice enough that it wouldn’t be too out of place if she and Clark went someplace nice. She ran her fingers over her smooth combed back hair and smiled to herself. She was about to grab her sunglasses when she heard a knock at her window. She furrowed her brow and she went over to the window, her expression though turned to shock at who she was seeing.
Floating outside her window was the ‘big blue boy scout himself.’ She felt her face flush as she opened the window as her elation turned to confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“I was told by Clark Kent that you seemed to have given the impression of seeing me again, and it’s to have a fan of my eyes. Not many people seem to notice them.” Superman replied in a lighthearted manner.
Kesha briefly smiled at this, but it faded a little the next moment. Here was her chance to prove that they were the same person, but she found herself wanting to go on the date. “That’s nice, but what I meant is what are you, specifically, doing here? I have a date with Clark Kent and he should be here any moment.”
Superman seemed genuinely surprised to hear this. She still wanted to go out with his civilian persona after seeing him?
Alright, what he’d expected of this moment just shifted, as in his experience, anyone one else would have dropped what they were doing to talk with him.
It wasn’t arrogance talking, it really happened. More than he’d like actually.
“Right, I’ll be on my way then.” Superman said smiling lightly at her before flying out of view.
Kesha smiled as well and closed the window and blinds, knowing if she was right, Clark would be at the door in a moment. She grabbed her sunglasses and purse before making it to the door and the next moment she heard a knock and opened it to see a slightly surprised Clark. “Hey Clark, where we headin’ tonight?”
“I was thinking to dinner.” Clark said dryly before his voice turned sincere. “You look lovely tonight.”
The blond beamed at him. “You’re not lookin’ too shabby yourself hot stuff.” She said smirking before closing the door to her room behind her.
The man flushed as they walked down the hall, Kesha looping her arm around Clark’s own as they entered the elevator and used her other arm to take out her cell phone from her pocket and turned the phone off.
‘Sorry, got a date and can’t take calls right now.’ she thought in a sing-song voice as she put her phone back into her pocket and the elevator lurched to a stop as it hit the bottom floor. “Ya know, I really like your articles, it must suck ‘cause that Lois chick always scoops ya out.”
Clark furrowed his brow as he looked down at the woman. “What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
“I know who you are Clark, I’m not stupid after all.” Kesha replied.
“I never said you were stupid.” Clark said somewhat defensively as he didn’t comment on her knowing who he was.
Kesha tightened her hold on his arm. “I know that.” She replied. “And I thank you for treating me like a normal person. So few do that, and that’s why it’s always handy to have another identity to disguise yourself as, isn’t it?”
Clark knew what Kesha was implying, but he felt some relief that she wasn’t outright saying it. “Yes, a disguise can be handy.” He agreed amiably and they both fell into a comfortable silence as they got into a cab and drove them to a restaurant.
No one seemed to recognize Kesha, and she didn’t look like she wanted to be noticed as she was on a date. “So,” she began as they sat down, “do you have any pets?”
Clark paused at the question, but found it innocent enough. “Yes, but he stays with my mother.”
“Oh, what’s his name?” Kesha asked tilting her head.
“Oh look, here’s the waiter.” Clark redirected the question as he picked up his menu.
‘Well played.’ Kesha thought picking up her own menu and after ordering, she turned her attention back to him. “I just don’t
get how people can’t see it.” She murmured.
“Well, that’s the point.” Clark retorted and realized he had all but admitted who he was to her. It also made him realize just how sneaky this woman could be. “Um, what I mean is…” he trailed and she snickered.
“Clark, it’s not that hard to see, but again, people see what they want to see.” Kesha said shrugging. “You’ll notice that it’s the reason we ain’t being swamped right now.”
Clark glanced around the room, his hearing not picking up anything that alluded to these people knowing Kesha was even in the room. “So, do you have any pets?”
“No, but I like animals.” Kesha replied folding her arms on the table.
“Yes I know.” Clark said without thinking and immediately flushed at the raised skin above one of the sunglass lenses that was indicating the woman was looking at him with a raised brow. “What I mean is…This is going to sound embarrassing, but I’m not meant of a fan of…pop music and I need to brush up on research for when I got my assignment to interview you.”
Kesha stared at him thoughtfully. “You could have just lied you know.”
Clark flushed again. “It wouldn’t have seemed fair to you.”
The woman tilted her head before grinning. “An honest man; I could get with that.” Clark flushed again.