Characters: Lena, Michael
Prompt: #70 Storm
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Summary: Not all eventualities need to be prepared for. Lena's love life is one such thing.
Author's Note: Slight Lena/Michael

There wasn't quite a spring in her step, but Lena's walk might have had a little more bounce to it than usual. Maybe it was silly; after all, she and Michael weren't always working on the same side even if he didn't know it. The police had a standing order to capture the Sharks where possible, and Michael was a good cop. He'd follow the command even if his own feelings weren't one hundred percent sure and let the bureaucracy figure it out later.

But he'd said she had nice eyes.

She'd agreed to his lunch invitation because she'd thought she might learn something; his real opinion on the sharks, the movements of the police, any of Paradigm's plans behind the scene that only officials might be privy to. Instead he'd complimented her, charmed her, keeping her entirely off balance for the whole encounter and several times almost making her let slip something she shouldn't. Maybe he suspected her involvement, but his smile had been friendly and disarming.

And he'd said she had nice eyes.

It wouldn't be smart to hang all her opinions on that one little statement, but for some reason she couldn't get it out of her mind. It wasn't like she needed the praise. Her confidence didn't suffer, and she'd never been worried about the way she looked, but hearing it was…pleasant. Unusual, but it gave her a bubbly feeling that made her reflect on the time between high school and now where she'd stopped dating. Too busy, and not enough interest, but now opportunity was staring her in the face and she wondered.

It was even more complicated now. Michael could be a security risk or a useful contact-

She shook her head briskly to dispel that line of thought. It shouldn't be like that. She was still thinking in terms of battles and allies and enemies. What she should be thinking of is, did she even like him? The conversation at lunch had flowed easily despite her pleased fluster, and his warm interest had been unexpected but not overwhelming. He'd sat close, but not too close, and she'd had plenty of time to notice that he wasn't a bad looking man even with a small shaving nick on his neck and the beginnings of dark circles that suggested his cases were a bit more taxing than usual.

Come to think of it, his eyes were pretty nice too.

Lena didn't even realise she was smiling until the first droplets of rain splashed against her face. She blinked, glancing upward, but those few droplets were the only warning as the skies abruptly decided that threatening clouds simply weren't enough. Rain spilled down so suddenly it took her by surprise, soaking her in moments and sending a few other unlucky pedestrians scuttling into buildings with muttered curses. It had been overcast all day, but her umbrella was still nestled in the coat rack at home. Some things were just easier to deal with when they happened.