Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew that Carrie was simply doing this to conquer some sort of fear she had of perennially perky people, or to prove that she could soldier through an evening with 'the other woman'. Kory wasn't stupid. She knew that part of Carrie's reluctance to be around her had to do with the fact that Carrie's Dick had very nearly married an older version of Starfire. And who wants your boyfriend/fiancee/husband's ex-lover around?
But she still couldn't help the sense of excitement and anxiousness she felt at the prospect of watching a movie and crimefighting with Carrie. It was Carrie Kelley. She was Robin. Granted she wasn't Star's Robin, she wasn't even an older version of him. She was a force to be reckoned with unto herself. But none of that mattered to Starfire. She simply relished the fact that Carrie was all the things Kory loved about her boyfriend packed into a girl instead of a boy, and Kory didn't have many friends, especially girl friends.
All these things were running through her mind as she flew to the theater, heedless of the biting cold in the air. It might be May, but it was still New York City in the evening. The chill didn't bother her as the air slid over her bare arms, the tank top she'd chosen fitting to her snugly. As she drew nearer to the theater, she turned slightly in the air, her legs pointing downward to land just feet from Carrie and she nearly stumbled in the slip on sandals that covered her feet. She was much more used to her tall boots, but they didn't go well with the 'bermuda shorts' the lady at the mall had said looked good on her.
Sucking in a breath for confidence, she blew it out quickly and strode over to Carrie, the urge to hug her barely held in check. It wouldn't do to scare her off so early in the evening. "Hello, Carrie. I am pleased to see you this evening. Which movie have you chosen for us to view?"