Kara smiled back. She was a little better at faking a grin than Clark, who really just looked pain. She felt almost guilty, but then again, it was just a date. She was 17, she could date. Telling him that would be a different story.
She sat down and played with her ice cream, "Yeah, he's pretty nice. I met him at a friend's house, then at prom. Then we went on a date."