Awkwardly taking Lena’s hand, Kara allows herself to be led to the car waiting patiently for them. Lena opens the door for her, allowing Kara to slip in first. As soon as Lena climbs in and shuts the door behind her, the driver pulls deftly into traffic, apparently already briefed on their destination.

“I thought you might enjoy Paca’s tonight,” Lena tells her, as though sensing Kara’s thoughts. “Their rooftop tables are to die for.”

Kara nods. “All right.”

Green eyes flicker over Kara, ankle to head, all warm glow and gentle interest.

“You’re lovely,” Lena says.

Kara nearly coughs at the unexpected earnestness in Lena’s voice, but manages to recover. “Th-thank you. You too.”

That much is also in earnest. Where Kara had selected a salmon-colored dress (one that contoured to her body in a way that now makes her feel self-conscious), Lena looks comfortable yet striking in a cranberry jumpsuit. Her hair, which thus far Kara has only seen loose in luscious waves, is tucked into a sleek high ponytail that draws Kara’s eyes to a freckle on her neck. The halter neckline of the jumpsuit is deep, but it doesn’t strike Kara as all that scandalous, now. Lena looks effortlessly elegant, and while Kara doesn’t quite feel underdressed, she does feel as though she pales in comparison.

“Did Cat treat you all right this week?” Lena asks, her voice warm.

Grateful for a safe, familiar topic , Kara latches onto it swiftly. “Yes, actually. More so than usual…” Kara peers at Lena curious. “How do you know Cat, actually? Your conversation in her office seemed more than just typical business.”

At this, Lena softens. “We met when she still worked under Perry White at the Daily Planet. She did a piece on my family when I was about ten or so…. From the moment we sat down for that first interview, I liked her. She was direct, and asked questions like I was a person, not just a child. So, when I was ready to come out publicly, there was only one person I trusted with the story.”

Kara blinks. “I had no idea.”

“That Cat Grant has a heart?” Lene teases. “I guess you wouldn’t, given the fact she doesn’t even use your given name, but… she is, when she wants to be.”

The conversation remains safely superficial for the rest of the drive. When the car pulls to a stop, Kara glances out the window, and freezes. Beyond the glass is a sea of bodies, their silhouettes staggered in her vision by a continuous sparkle of flashing cameras. For now, they haven’t turned towards their arrival, but Kara distantly knows that will change the moment Lena steps out of the car.

Her prediction proves true when Lena unfolds from her seat and stands just outside, completely unruffled by the cacophony of paparazzi calling for her attention. Her focus remains on Kara as she extends her hand to help Kara out of the vehicle. Kara takes her hand on autopilot, and stands on wooden legs, blinded by cameras and deafened by calls for her name.

She doesn’t hear Lena call to her through the roaring in her ears until Lena steps in front of her, momentarily eclipsing the sea of photographers. Warm hands take Kara’s with a grounding squeeze. “You okay?” Lena asks.

Kara swallows. “Um. Sorry. It’s… I didn’t expect—all this.”

Lena’s features crease with understanding. “You wanna go somewhere else?”

Shame clogs Karas cheeks. She does. But before she can decide whether to say so, Lena reaches past her to open the car door once more. “Get in,” Lena says, her voice gentle. Kara obeys without a word, and in seconds they’re pulling away from the restaurant.

“Sorry,” Kara croaks.

Lena smiles gently. “Don’t be. Most people are eager to be seen with me, they almost always expect a flashy evening. I forget that scene isn’t for everyone. I should have warned you ahead of time.” Green eyes regard her sparkling with each passing streetlight. “Is there anywhere else you have in mind?”

Kara’s thoughts flash to Chen’s, her favorite Chinese spot, but she doubted Lena would appreciate the greasy leather booths and cracked formica tables, especially not dressed as she is.

“No, not really,” she replies.

Considering, Lena nods. “Well, I know a place that’s a bit more low key. Ben?” she calls to the driver.

Without missing a beat, Ben nods. “Yes ma’am.” Kara waits for Lena to specify a destination, but the driver simply turns at the next light and heads back towards the parkway.

“Where are we going?” Kara asks shyly.

Lena gives her a kind smile. “My place,” she says forthright. “Hope that’s okay. It’s probably the only place with a reasonable expectation of privacy.”

Kara blinks, trying her best not to look as terrified as she suddenly feels. “Isn’t that a ways out?”

“Huh?” A beat of confusion crinkles Lena’s brow before the connection clicks. “Oh, no; not the manor. Much to far for daily use. I have an apartment uptown, near the wharf.”

Swallowing, Kara squirms nervously. “So Cat sending me to the manor…”

“Her idea of a good joke, I assume. On the both of us—she knows I like to relax rather… freely.” Lena’s smile turns devilish. “You caught me on a good day.”

The thought of running into Lena on a bad day catches Kara unawares. Cat’s temper is so frequent it’s lost most of its bite; Lena, on the other hand, exudes such an acute intensity that Kara could only imagine what a bad mood might look like.

“That said,” Lena continues smoothly, “I could always take you home, if you prefer.”

Kara jolts, straightening upright in alarm. “What? Why?”

Lena tilts her head coyly. “I get the sense you’re not entirely comfortable,” she says, without judgement. She holds Kara’s gaze, not allowing her to look away. “It’s all right—I won’t be offended.”

“No!” Kara blurts quickly, only to quail under Lena’s steady, knowing gaze. “I mean—okay, yes. You… make me nervous. Or rather…” Kara trails off.

Lena doesn’t let her off the hook. “Rather…?”

“I... I mean, I’ve made myself nervous… about how I feel when I’m with you.”

She watches Lena’s smile deepen, her neck reddening in an unexpected flush. “I see. Even so, if you’re uncomfortable…”

“I’m not!” Karas says quickly. “I want to be here. The paparazzi was overwhelming, but… It hasn’t run me off. And neither have you.” Kara smiles, genuinely and for the first time that night. “I want to see where this goes.”

Nodding slowly, Lena adjusts. “All right. But to keep this low pressure, let’s set our expectations now: dinner and conversation. That’s it.”

Kara feels a sudden cloud of disappointment, but nods. “I guess I’ll have to look forward to date number two, then?”

Green eyes hold Kara’s in a steady gaze. “Yes, you will.”

---

Lena’s apartment is as high up as Kara imagined, providing a stunning view of the harbor, lit by the boats parked in its waters, and of the cityscape rising beyond the opposite shore. She accepts the glass of red wine Lena offers, hardly able to tear her eyes from the window.

“It’s amazing,” Kara murmurs.

Lena gives a chagrined sigh. “It is. Unfortunately, I rarely get to enjoy it like this.”

“No?”

“A company doesn’t run itself,” she drawls. “Plus I naturally trend towards keeping myself busy.”

“Shame,” Kara comments. “If I had this view I’d never leave it. In fact,” she announces broadly, turning to gesture to the lavish apartment around them. “I don’t think I’d ever leave this room.”

“Care to explore the kitchen?” Lena offers lightly. “I didn’t plan on cooking tonight, so I can’t guarantee what’s on hand, but I’m sure that I can whip something up.”

‘Something’ turns out to be a rich buttery carbonara with fresh pasta and veggies. Conversation slows to a comfortable quiet interrupted only by the sound of their forks clinking against ceramic plates. Kara does her best to savor the meal, pacing herself to match Lena’s speed to keep herself from inhaling it as quickly as possible. She’s surprised that Lena is a good cook, among all the other areas she seems to excel in.

“You’re the total package,” Kara says with a smirk, reaching to place her empty plate on the coffee table in front of them. “Good cook… good swimmer… Fortune 500 CEO… hot….”

Lena laughs. “I’m good at sex too.”

It’s as though the meal has bolstered Kara’s confidence—she blushes, but doesn’t shrink from the topic.

“I believe you,” she declares, reclining back into the plush cushions. The sofa is surprisingly comfortable; for something so clean and expensive-looking, Kara had expected it to be hard as a rock.

Lena also relinquishes her plate to the coffee table, exchanging it for her wine glass. “I’m also an elite fencer. Or at least, I was. I try to keep my skills up, but there’s not enough time in the day to run L-Corp and train like I used to.”

“You’re also a chess master,” Kara added. When Lena lifts a dark eyebrow, Kara smirks. “I know how to google.”

“So do I,” Lena teased back. “But I wasn’t able to find much about you beyond your LinkedIn profile. So, tell me. Who is Kara Danvers?”

A warmth spread through Kara, to receive Lena’s interest. Not just in a physical sense, but on a personal level. She wants to know Kara, not just kiss her—or more.

“Kara is… a sister,” she responds, casting through her mind for interesting facts about herself—which suddenly seems an impossible task. “She’s… adopted? Uh, likes animals, and--”

“Adopted? No way,” Lena gushed. “Me too!”

“Oh, yeah!” Kara learned that as well in her googling. She tilts her head with an inviting smirk. “And how’d that work out for you?”

Lena barks a laugh, the sound sparking a wave of delight in Kara’s chest. “Oh, can’t complain, you know...”

“Same,” Kara agrees, chuckling. “I met my family when I was thirteen, and they’ve been amazing to me.”

Nodding, Lena shifts, folding one leg underneath her. Their knees touch, and Kara tries to keep her brain focused on the conversation and not the quarter-sized point of contact between them.

“I barely remember my mother,” Lena says. “And I never knew my father.” She pauses. “Well, I did, I just didn’t find out until after he died.”

“Oh?” Kara flounders a little, not quite understanding.

Realizing Kara’s confusion, Lena elaborates. “Lionel was my father all along. He just didn’t bother to tell me.” She shrugs. “I was the dirty little secret, hidden in plain sight.”

Her voice is smooth enough to feign indifference, but Kara sees a shadow in her gaze that belies a deep hurt that has yet to heal. Kara reaches out to place a hand on Lena’s knee. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s all right,” Lena says, dismissing the concern with a flippant shake of her head. “I lucked into a privileged life, regardless of who my father was.”

Kara frowns. “That doesn’t mean—”

“It’s all right,” Lena repeats, this time with a finality that tells Kara that pressing her sympathy would only serve to sour the mood. Kara sighs instead, nodding. But Lena’s hand rests on hers where it still lay on her knee, so Kara leaves it where it is. “I saw you went to college here in National City?”

Kara accepts the new topic of conversation and launches into a series of stories about her early days away from home, which then progresses back in time to her time in Midvale, and then before that in Kansas before her parents passed. She might have felt self-conscious about monopolizing the conversation, were Lena not goading her on with warm laughter and mirthful giggles alongside her enticing questions to keep her going.

She’s just finishing recounting her first experience seeing the ocean—“I grew up in the mid-west, I was not prepared for how big it was!”—when she yawns. It escapes against her will, broad and loud and completely unmistakable as anything else. Lena’s chuckles dwindles to a close, though her smile lingers.

“Sorry—” Kara started, only to have Lena wave it off.

“The apology is mine,” her host says. Lena’s voice is low, an alluring counterpoint to the glow in her eyes. “It’s late; I’ve kept you here far too long.”

“It’s not la-la-late,” Kara yawns again in spite of herself.

Lena chuckles, shaking her head. Her hair has long been left to flow over her shoulders, and now catches the light with glints of mahogany in its strands. “And before you protest further, I’ll remind you that only one of us answers to Cat in the morning.”

Kara grimaces at the thought. “Touche.”

She stands when Lena unfolds herself from the couch, hugging herself around the middle to keep herself from drawing Lena into her. “For what, her mind has plenty of ideas, but none of them honoring the spirit of ‘dinner and conversation’.

“Thank you. Tonight was… tonight was great.”

“I agree,” Lena returns, her tone genuine. “And you had the right idea, I think—this was far better than what Paca’s would have been.” She strode on long legs towards the door, gathering Kara’s purse and jacket on the way. “I hope we can do this again sometime soon.”

Kara accepts her belongings when Lena chivalrously offers them, but perks up at Lena’s unspoken invitation. “Tomorrow?” she quips.

Lena’s response in a bark of surprised laughter, which makes Kara blush only a little.

“I’m kidding,” she demurs, only to meet Lena’s eye with puckish anticipation. “Unless?”

Lena’s features soften into another apology, quashing Kara’s hopes. “I leave for Tokyo tomorrow afternoon. I’m afraid I won’t be back until Sunday.”

Doing her best to remain playfully undeterred, Kara shrugged. “Well, if you need a ride….”

Another grin answers her, promising Kara that any further car rides would run the risk of ending far less chastely than tonight. “I’ll keep you in mind.”

“Please do.”

They gaze at each other for a long while, until the silence eventually urges Kara to take her leave. “I should go.”

“Ben will take you home,” Lena tells her softly. Before Kara can squawk in indignation on his behalf, she’s swiftly reassured. “He’s extremely well-compensated, and he reassured me that watching the game with the doorman would be better than watching alone at home.”

Assuaged, Kara nods, then pauses. “What game?”

Lena shrugs. “Haven’t a clue.”

They both burst into laughter, nearly giddy with mutual exhaustion. When Kara has barely caught her breath, it evaporates in her lungs when Lena leans in and presses a warm kiss to the corner of Kara’s mouth.

“Good night, Kara.”

See you soon, it promises.

“Good night.”

As it turns out, the Zoo has a formal benefit once a year in the spring for benefactors and high class members. More importantly the Zoo’s curator is married to a trauma surgeon at Presby that Robby went to med school with. So Robby called in a couple favors. It was be your own semi-private zoo viewing experience AND you finally get to met your bat child, Gizmo.

It had been four months since the gift exchange and unfortunately because of work schedules and private lives, it had taken this long to coordinate your zoo date. Once Robby found out about the benefit? He did everything in his senior attending power to make sure you both had the night and following day off.

You couldn’t wait. You weren’t the most outwardly girlie girl, usually opting for comfy and cute over sexy and stylish, but that’s doesn’t mean you didn’t love to get dolled up every once in a while. All of the excitement surrounding the event, the outfit, the makeup, the anticipation of holding your little bat boy and feeding him- you don’t stop to realize the legitimacy of this date with Robby.

Because that’s what this is at the foundation, a date.

You stood there looking at your reflection in the floor length mirror in your bedroom and you smoothed your hands over your black tea length tulle dress. Was this too much? You felt a pang of nerves and reached for the official Zoo invitation again.

Dress Code: Formal

You let out a deep breath, feeling more relaxed. Taking a seat in your bedroom, you slide on your black patent leather Mary Jane’s with bat wings around the ankle. You had been saving this for a special occasion, tonight seemed perfect.

Your hair was in a soft updo, a side part with messy thick French braid was pulled back into a tousled bun. Tendrils were surrounding your face. Your makeup was flawless tonight. You watched the same makeup tutorial for a week and practiced this look relentlessly. It felt like you were going to a wedding reception.

Just as you reached for your purse, you hear the buzz from your apartment door. Rushing to the intercom, you hit the button with a quick “come on up” before moving to unlock the door for Robby.

A couple minutes later, he walks through the door with a quick knock. You turn to smile only to be met with a 6’1”, sturdy, bearded, broad man in a dark navy suit. His undershirt is black and the first couple buttons unbuttoned. His two button suit jacket is buttoned across his middle. And he complimented the outfit with dark brown loafers. His looks stunning.

“You…look” you start, unable to form words. He chuckles softly and takes a moment to roam his eyes over you.

“You look” he responds, teasing you with your own words. He walks forward and takes one of your hands to spin you slowly. Getting a whiff of your perfume, he has to bite his lip to hold in a sound of satisfaction.

Just as Robby is getting addicted to your scent, you are being absolutely hypnotized by his cologne. You’d never smelled cologne on him before, the ED not really an appropriate time to spritz some Eau De Parfum.

You shake your head, getting your bearings back and smile up at him softly. “You ready to meet our child?” You ask with a wide smile, suddenly remembering Gizmo awaits.

“Absolutely” he smiles and reaches for your hand, threading your fingers and leaving the apartment.

The Uber ride to the zoo was spent with you showing Robby pictures of eastern red bats and squeezing his forearm every 30 seconds as you told him how excited you were, over and over and over.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt pretty and Robby looked BEYOND.

You can even tell he went for a fresh hair and beard trim today. You look down and see the band of Navy Blue ion plated stainless steel Movado watch. He was pulling out all the stops.

Robby stepped out of the Uber once you arrived and held his hand out for you, assisting you out of the back seat. You linked your arm in his and walked together inside the gates of the zoo.

The soft gasp you let out stops Robby in his tracks. He looks at you and he can see the soft hanging lights shining in your eyes. Smiling, he turns to see what you’re looking at fully. The staff had set up round bulb hanging string lights around the entire park. They were suspended above you both and weaved through the trees and some of the enclosure structures. It looked like an enchanted forest.

“Michael…” you say in awe, twirling around slowly to take it all in. Robby can’t take his eyes off of you. He’d give anything to be able to see the world the way you do. With such hope, grace, and positivity. You found beauty in everything.

Although, for this? Robby had to agree. The zoo really took their time. Soft string music was playing over hidden rock speakers and zoo staff were handing out maps to each special area. You took the map and studied it, but kept walking.

Robby chuckled, gently tugging and pushing you when you’d come close to an obstacle. You didn’t even bother looking up for a good 45 seconds.

When you finally stopped, you looked up and your smile seemed like it met your ears.

In front of you was a small carousel. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, but it had horsies on it. You looked over at Robby with hopeful eyes and the did a 360. “Oh my god THATS RIGHT!” You say getting louder at the end. Robby lets out a chuckle at your enthusiasm.

“This is adults only!! No kids! We’re riding the carousel!” You proclaim, tangling your fingers in Robby’s and dragging him to the ride.

There’s only a few other people on so you both manage to find two horses next to each other with some privacy. Robby helps you in yours and makes sure the skirt of your dress is covering the necessaries. He gets on his horse, and without thinking, extends his hand between your horses.

You reach down and link your fingers with equal confidence. The carousel starts moving and the horses start to move up and down. You smile over at Robby and for a second, you get to see him candid. He’s looking around in awe at the lights and the atmosphere, you can see him visibly relax. He’s so beautiful- you think, sighing softly.

That catches his attention. He turns to find you looking. Staring. Grinning. Resting the side of your head on the horses support pole. Your hands still linked, Robby pulls yours up to his mouth and kisses it gently.

“I’m so glad we’re here. I’m happy I’m experiencing this with you” he says with earnest. “You have a way….of viewing the world….a way of celebrating even the smallest moments…you find moments and memories and beauty in everything that you do. It blows me away. It makes me want to start being that way” he says, eyes still capturing yours.

Your face changes. You look at him in a way that makes him feel like he’s the only man in the world. Your eyes start to brighten and your eyebrows soften. Your mouth separates in slight shock, and your cheeks redden.

“Robby that’s…that’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me” your eyes are misty. You let out a soft giggle as a tear falls. “This is not cute” you say with a soft smile.

He reaches over and gently swipes it away with his thumb. “It’s true, my little princess of darkness” he says with a cute smirk.

After the carousel, you both continue through the zoo, taking time to visit each enclosure you passed. Robby took utter joy and stock in each shriek, gasp, clap and cute little squeal that left your mouth with each new animal.

You finally made it to the aquarium, where the cocktail hour was being held. He held the door for you and you walked in together, again linking hands.

You were met with what seemed like a million high top tables with lit tealights for leaning and chatting. The music was playing through the speakers and wait staff were walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and champagne.

Robby grabs two glasses from a passing tray and hands you one.

“To you, Dr Robinavitch, for the best gift and what I kinda hope is the best first date I’ve ever had.” You click your glass with Robby before he can argue.

He takes a second, eyes wide and speechless. The clink of the glass breaks him out of his trace and he smiles, dropping his eyes from yours and blushing.

“Here’s to…uh…here’s to many more” he says, finally looking back up at you. You both take gentle slow sips of your champagne.

Walking through the aquarium together, you couldn’t wipe the smiles off your faces if you tried. You had been sipping champagne, munching on actually phenomenal finger food and laughing with Robby as you migrating through all of the underwater beauties.

By the time you made it to the bat house, you were the slightest bit tipsy. He held the door open for you and you walked in slowly, like you had entered Valhalla. Robby let you wander as he talked to the staff and made them aware they were here for their feeding time with their “sponsored” animal.

You were standing in front of the vampire bat enclosure, the cast of the red lamps lighting up your eyes as you stared in awe. You jumped slightly when Robby placed his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, pretty…you ready to meet our boy?” He asks.

You nod happily and walk with him to the “Employees Only” area. In the room, you saw a big bat cage/enclosure in the corner, a couple of tables, a couch, a big fridge, and an area for quick medical treatment.

On one of the tables was a pet carrier.

“We just need you both to put on gloves” the staff member says. You both glove up, obviously familiar with the process.

The next thing you know, Gizmo, the most adorable little puff of mammal you’ve ever seen in your life, was in your hands. You couldnt speak. Robby was taking pictures of you as you gently stroked his head and baby talked this sweet animal.

“Robby…he’s so perfect…hi baby boy oh my goodness. Gizmo baby…you’re so precious…do you even know how precious you are?” You were completely smitten.

And so was Robby.

The staff brought out a container of dried crickets for you to feed him with and you and Robby both took turns. He stayed in your hands, you didn’t want to pass him back and forth, it didn’t seem right. He was already calm, no need to ruffle him more.

After a souvenir photo was taken of the two of you with Gizmo, and you said your final goodbyes to him, you and Robby were back outside.

Robby turned to you, opening his mouth to ask if it was everything you imagined, just as you launched yourself at him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers tangle in his hair. “Robby…that was everything” you say in a soft voice before kissing him fully in the mouth.

His hands find your hips instantly and his lips react with no reserve. This was the moment he’d been dreaming of since he first met you, he just never thought he would ever be worthy of it.

No tongue, just soft manipulations of each other’s lips, you break apart slowly. “If that’s how you’re gonna react, I’m just gonna have to keep making you happy” Robby says, sincerity behind his eyes. Gently stroking your cheek with his thumb he places another soft kiss to your lips.

“Come on…dinner starts soon” he says, once again linking your fingers.

You walk to the Garden tent together, swinging your hands and taking time to stop at different enclosures, taking selfies with Robby along the way and pictures of different animals and scenery.

Dinner was calming and satisfying. The food was delicious and the conversation with the curator and his wife and their table was natural, flowing and never awkward.

“You wanna dance?” You ask Robby hesitantly as the music starts the play from the DJs speakers.

“Can…do you mind if we wait for a slow one?” Robby asks, and you can tell this is his way of compromising with his anxiety. You happily nod and continue talking with the curators wife.

Several songs later, you hear the start of “Ordinary” by Alex Warren start through the speakers. Robby leads you to the dance floor and brings you close to him.

His right hand on your hip , yours on his shoulder, and your other hands clasped together( you start to sway gently to a soft waltz. You widen your eyes up at Robby and giggle softly “Ok, Johnny Castle” you say playfully.

He chuckles and blushes gently. “My grandmother taught me a couple different ball room dances when I was younger” he says with a soft shrug.

The song continued. And before it was over your arms were around d his neck and his hands when resting on your lower back, keeping you gently pressed against him.

“Robby, this has been the most perfect night.” You smile and lean up to kiss him once more. He nods in agreement and chases your lips for one more peck.

“do you…” you stop to take a deep breath and let it out in a nervous giggle “would you like to come home with me?” Your eyes find his through your lashes and your fingers tangle up into his hair on the base of his neck.

“Oh hohoho sweet spooky girl, I’d be honored to come home with you” he answers with no hesitation. Linking your fingers, he leads you off the dance floor once the song is finished.

You stop at the gift shop to get your souvenir photo printed and Robby surprises you with a bat plushie. The picture is for the hall of fame. Robby’s smile is wrinkling his cheeks and yours is so happy and wide, it’s almost like he could feel it through the picture. Gizmo, of course was the cutest thing in the whole picture, at least you thought so. Robby didn’t deny he was cute, but respectfully disagreed that you weren’t cuter than the bat.

Walking towards the exit to meet the uber, you stop him and pull him in for a kiss. For the first time, your tongue slides against his bottom lip and with possessive want you suck his bottom lip into your mouth.

Robby groans against your mouth. His hands find your jaw, holding your head steady. Once you let go of his lip, his mouth is on yours. Your tongues slowly battling each other in a rough dance of spit and taste buds.

Robby’s phone gives the alert that the driver had arrived and you slowly break apart from each other.

He walks to the car, opening the back door for you. You start to duck in before stopping and looking at him with an innocent smile, “I’m going thank you properly when we get back to my place….we have a 20 minute ride…so I want you to think about all your favorite ways to be thanked…ways you enjoy being praised for your good behavior” you slip into the back seat.

Had Robby not been holding to the door frame his knees would have given out under him. He slides in next to you and your hand finds his bicep, resting gently.

“Do you two have fun?” The driver asks.

“We did! Thank you! It was mom and dad’s first night out!” You say playfully, causing Robby to chuckle and shake his head in mock disbelief.

You were gonna be such a handful.

Thank god, he had big hands.