“I’m Chris, Christopher Pratt, by the way.”—“I’m Carol, Carol Jenkinson.”

After they purchased lunch, grinders for both of them, he was finally able to get a good look at her. Blonde hair in a bob-cut, blue eyes. She was tall, about 5’8" and wore a dark blouse over a light tank top and slacks. She was muscular, but buxom. No wonder I’d landed on her, she’s hard to miss. Chris whistled to himself.

They chatted as they waited for their lunch. “So, what neck of the woods are you from? What do you do?” Chris asked.

“Oh, just the city. Freelance, this and that.” She evaded.

“I see, well clearly this is your secret identity and you’re a super hero.” Chris furrowed his eyebrows. “Forcegirl, I presume?” She raised her eyes and laughed derisively. Chris nodded, satisfied. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, even though I am a super villain.”

“Really?” she asked breathlessly, teasing him “In that case, I better be careful.” she smirked. “Well, if you’re Forcegirl, you can handle it.” He grinned.