When someone is attracted to you, they have a tendency to lean towards you as a way to pay more attention and get closer to you. It’s a great way to hint that they’re interested in you.
Feet are pointed towards you
Our feet act like a compass. So, when someone points their feet towards you, it means that they’re not going anywhere else anytime soon. It’s a sign that shows they want to stick around longer to be with you.
4. Walks beside you
When we’re attracted to someone, we tend to make sure our walking pace matches theirs. Being in sync with someone step by step indicates that they want to be by your side rather than ahead or behind you that creates distance.
5. Grazes your arm
If someone is attracted to you, they’ll use any excuse in the book to touch you, even if it’s just a slight graze on your arm. This is an indicator that they want to make sure you know that they’re close to you and that you’re also paying attention to them.
6. Holds your hand
If they’re reaching out to hold your hand, then it’s an indicator that they’re into you. When your fingers are closely and securely interlocked with theirs, it shows that they want to protect you and be there for you.
7. Eyebrow raising
People tend to raise their eyebrows when they are intrigued. So, chances are if they raise their eyebrows at you, it means that they’re interested in what you have to say.
8. Good standing posture
When someone is attracted to you, they usually adopt a good standing posture around you. This is to attract your attention to them that makes them more physically appealing.
9. Touches their face and hair
Men tend to touch their facial hair and women often touch their hair to attract attention on them. When someone touches their face and hair in front of you, it means that they care about how they look around you.
10. They look back at you after you leave
If the both of you part ways and they look back at you after you leave, then it shows that you’re still on their mind and that they want to stay with you a little longer.
Okay, here is the thing. Kara is always this big ball of energy, right, and sometimes, she just needs to burn it off. Of course, these days, most of that takes the form of her Supergirl Shenanigans, but think about this. Kara, in college, discovers Parkour. At first, she’s super conservative with it, but the longer she does it, the bolder she gets, until she just becomes kind of legendary among the local Parkour groups for being completely freaking fearless. But Kara gets really uncomfortable about all the praise, because honestly, she can’t get hurt, so she’s not taking any risks, but it makes her feel free in a way very few things do before she becomes Supergirl.
And it kind of grows from there, until Kara has tried all sorts of Extreme sports. Mountain Biking, Wind Surfing, Kite Boarding, Base Jumping, Parasailing, skateboarding.
Now, imagine one day, Cat decides to check up on her former assistant, and does a google search, only to find dozens, if not hundreds of youtube videos of Kara doing absolutely ridiculously difficult and dangerous stunts, and she’s just sitting there, shaking her head, and wondering what it would take to get all the videos removed from YouTube.
“YOU told me to dive, Cat!”
“METAPHORICALLY, you idiot. Not off a literal cliff!”
There were no stars out tonight. It was cloudy over National City. White clouds, the kind that reflected the urban light and made the night seem much brighter than it was. From her place on the balcony, the scent of an approaching rainstorm filled Cat’s senses. She could feel the humidity of the air on her skin and the breeze moved her hair.
Cat took a sip of her bourbon filled glass as she looked out over the downtown skyline. She had been on the balcony outside her office at Catco for about an hour now… waiting. She’d only just gotten back from DC earlier today. The President had finally found a new and permanent Press Secretary and Cat willingly gave up her temporary position, rushing back across the country to her home, her son, her company, and…
Kara would give anything to sink through the floor right about now, but unfortunately that’s J’onn’s power and not hers. She doesn’t even get the comfort of erasing this entire exchange from Snapper’s mind. No, that power also belongs to J’onn.
Seriously, she’d trade frost breath in a heartbeat for the ability to erase everything about the last five minutes. Yeah her powers are decently cool, but why can’t she get the really nice ones like everyone else?
“I said I think the presence of anti-alien protesters in National City is worth covering,” she tries, pointedly misunderstanding what Snapper is asking her.
“Yeah no, I got that bit. Buried under three different layers of bias, but I got that far. It was the part where you called me a ‘weenie’ I was confused about.” Snapper doesn’t sound particularly angry, but Kara doesn’t trust that. The last time she’d pissed him off so badly he didn’t sound angry she’d spent an entire day poring over old phone records for the city capitol building.
And not because there was a story, either. No, Snapper had set her the task to see if she could find a lead on a story. But other than a few numbers for deliciously greasy pizza places that Kara carefully saved to her own phone for later, the search had turned up nothing.
“Sir, I don’t-”
“Oh shut it, Danvers. Did you or did you not just call me a weenie?” Now Snapper looks annoyed, and Kara wonders if that’s a good sign or not. Is he annoyed, or moving past incredibly pissed into another layer of rage?
“You’ll have to forgive her,” familiar and welcome voice comes from the doorway. “Kara is too nice to call you a prick, and I wasn’t around to do it for her.”
Okay, so maybe the ‘welcome’ bit had been a bit premature, Kara decides as she feels her face flush in embarrassment. Happy as she always is to see Cat, this is one conversation she really wishes she weren’t having right now.
“Cat, lovely of you to stop and say hi,” Snapper deadpans, turning to face Cat with a grimace. “Shouldn’t dating you come with a crash course in throwing better insults?”
“We’re still working on the dress code,” Cat snarks back, making Kara’s flush deepen. These conversations between her boss and her girlfriend (who is also technically everyone’s boss) always leave her feeling a confusing mixture of embarrassed and turned on. And it didn’t help when Cat used that tone, the one that pretends it’s so professional while still hinting at the memory of hours spent in bed.
Between Snapper’s world weary glare and Cat’s barely concealed anticipation and glee, Kara can only stumble over a few half finished denials mixed with apologies before Cat takes pity on her.
“Is your team done for the night, Snapper?” she asks, cutting off the flow of words from Kara with a wink and smirk.
“Fine,” is the grudging response, Snapper knowing when to fold. “Go play dress up then, and see if you can fit in a lesson on bias between that and how to throw an insult.”
Taking the escape before something else can come up, Kara beats Cat to the elevator by at least five feet. Once the doors close behind them, she’ll be safe.
“You seriously called him a weenie?”
Kara’s head hits the elevator wall with a thunk as she lets out a groan. Apparently ‘safe’ is a relative term.
Cat braces herself as she steps onto her private elevator. Squaring
her shoulders and straightening her spine, she’s hell in four-inch
heels, ready to be unleashed on her unsuspecting minions.
God, she missed this in Washington.
Still, five months back now. Four months and thirty days of that
dating Kara, the only reporter at CatCo who conveniently seems to work
no further than throwing distance from Cat’s reclaimed office most days.
The staff remember how Kara would always be missing when Lena came
looking for her, but that hasn’t been a problem since Cat’s return.
Of course the dating part hasn’t been officially announced, but the
office has assumed the two were hooking up long before anything (a kiss, on the balcony, in the rain)
ever happened. Still, Kara has her ways. It’s their first V-Day as a
couple, and Cat has to admit she’s gritting her teeth at the thought of
getting through it. From the first glance, Kara is transparently the
type to think it’s a wonderful and romantic holiday, and Cat is going to
have to be appropriately gracious about it.
The things she does for… well. That l-word that isn’t lust, that nobody has quite said out loud yet. That, yes.
Question of Smoke 