Lena had just about as much of spreadsheets and business proposals that she could take for one day. Being the CEO of her own company had it’s perks, including having the luxury to come and go from her office however much she pleased. Though it wasn’t common to give herself the afternoon away, given her workaholic nature to try and redeem her family name, she found herself on the streets of National City, looking for a bite to eat. Now that her life wasn’t really being threatened at such an alarming rate, it was nice just being able to get out and around without protection in toe. As she walked into a popular restaurant, Lena’s face cracked into a knowing smirk as she caught sight of a familiar face. One she was actually hoping to see rather soon, even if it was being shoved full of pastry.

          “Miss Danvers. I would have thought CatCo would have been keeping you more busy after those impressive articles I’ve been reading.”

Though they were past the time for such formality with their friendship, Lena just couldn’t resist teasing the young woman.

          “You’ve seen me outside of my office before. No need to be so surprised, Kara.”

Setting her sugar filled pre-dinner snack down on her napkin, Kara smiled bashfully at Lena's compliment. Hearing compliments about her writing was something she took a lot of pride in, considering how fresh she was, still, in her new career choice. She got a lot of feedback from her new boss, but very rarely was it positive. Hearing kind words, especially from Lena of all people, gave her a sense of pride - though you could never tell with the way her hand automatically reached for her glasses. A nervous tick Mon-El had liked to point out to her everytime she did it. 

"Actually, as a matter of fact I am working on something. I'm getting some food for my sister and then I have a rally to go to. I'm supposed to interview some of the protesters at National City park once it settles down a little." The blonde admitted, giving Lena a knowing look. After their conversation about Alien identification technology, she had a feeling Lena could assume her stance on the matter. Being neutral as an alien journalist was so hard sometimes. 

"Oh, I wanted to say thank you for inviting Mark and I to your fundraiser. It was a lot of fun and the food was just.. so great."

It wasn’t like Mon had a sentimental attachment to Eve. She didn’t mean much to him, frankly. He stuffed a potsticker into his mouth before answering. “Oh, uh, I found a bodyguard job that I like. They give me a lot of green paper to buy things.” His cheeks bulged as he slowly chewed, enjoying the dumpling’s taste. “I also convinced Winn to tag along for a tour of the city… If you’re not busy, you should consider coming with us.” Mon gave her a cheeky grin before taking another potsticker. “Oh, which reminds me… You used your own paper to buy me new attire and everything so—” He reached into the front pocket of his jeans and produced a wad of hundred dollar bills, smoothing out two of them before putting them on the counter in front of her. “I do like those glasses by the way.”

He clasped his hands then rubbed them together as he eyed the food, touching elbows with her at the island. She seemed to have a love for potstickers and he had to admit they were pretty tasty, especially with sauce. “Peets… Piz-za.” What a strange word to pronounce. “Oh, I know donuts! Eve brought some in that day at the office. Nice girl.”

“Kara?” Julian looked up in surprise.  “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were in town,” he smiled at her as she entered the lab. He was happy to see her, but was wondering why she didn’t call ahead or wait until he was done at work.

A bright smile spread across Kara’s face, this wasn’t the CSI she was expecting to see - having climbed the stairs up to Barry’s lab to find him and consult on the newest meta-human terrorizing National City. Of course she was planning on seeing Julian while she was in the neighbor town but she knew him well enough to plan that during his free time. “Julian, Hi!” Kara greeted, “I’m... looking into a story and some of my sources brought me here.” the blonde explained, stepping further into the lab. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting to see you in here, someone told me this was Barry Allen’s lab”

      “You’ve been too preoccupied with eating to remember       that I’m here. I want to try everything… It all looks so tasty.”