he had flown in, and landed outside the place she named. Superboy was beginning to truly like this planet. He had been partying, and talking, and had, really, not done a lot of the wild things he had done back home.
But tonight he felt like... he wanted to spend time with someone who knew what they liked. He want to let go.
He smiled to himself, thinking of how cure her picture had looked, and he was wearing a skin tight tailored tuxedo made of fabric that breathed and moved with him.
It was, in reality, his supersuit, shifted to look and feel like a tuxedo. Jet black, with a white shirt, and slick red shoes, he was ready for whatever happened. he had brought supplies, just in case.
Knocking, he waited, with a single purple flower in one hand.