The Downside of Being A Wayne

2 Table For Two

I'm here.

(YN) put her phone away and pushed her sunglasses up her nose, making sure they were in place. She took a deep calming breath, bracing herself before leaving the safety of her car. The moment (YN)'s driver opened the door for her she was showered with blinding camera flashes. Damn paparazzi. She climbed out of her black Mercedes and quickly scurried inside the restaurant where she was supposed to meet with Clark. They had reserved a room for private dinners that was supposed to conceal the couple from curious eyes.

Clark and (YN) had agreed on arriving separately in order not to feed the media any rumors. To Clark's dismay, they still hadn't gone public. He was tired of sneaking around, but if (YN) still needed time he would let her have it. For now. There was no point in pushing her even though he would like to know the reason as to why she still hadn't told her brother about their relationship. Clark had taken into consideration to eavesdrop on (YN) and Bruce, but that thought didn't sit right with his conscience. He had promised (YN) he would never use his super hearing on her unless she found herself in danger. Otherwise it would be an invasion of privacy and he wanted to build their relationship on trust, not the opposite. (YN) would have to let Bruce know sooner or later that she was seeing Clark. Until then, no one was going to expect a nerdy-looking journalist dating the sister of the infamous entrepreneur.

(YN) took off her sunglasses and walked up to the waiter responsible for welcoming and seating the guests. He greeted her with a charming smile. "Good evening, Miss Wayne. Table for two, am I right?" (YN) returned the smile and nodded. "Correct. I have a reservation for a table for a private dinner." The waiter frowned. "I'm afraid our private dining room isn't accessible at the moment. We're doing reconstruction work in there, miss. When did you make your reservation?"

"A week ago maybe. I had my assistant call. She said you confirmed."

The waiter flicked through the reservation book. "My apologies, Miss Wayne. Whoever confirmed your reservation must have been new or wasn't aware of the current unavailability of our restaurant's private section. Would you like to be seated in a corner? We can shield you from view with a screen," he suggested. (YN) sighed and took a look around. The restaurant wasn't that crowded and she really didn't want to cancel her evening with Clark. They barely ever did anything that normal couples did. "Sure," she agreed. "That would do." The waiter beamed. "Thank you for being sympathetic about our misunderstanding. I will have your table set up immediately." He mumbled an order into his earpiece and a couple of minutes later, he led (YN) through the restaurant. "I hope these arrangements are to your liking, Miss Wayne," the waiter said while pulling a chair out. The screened off area looked cozy and inviting, perfect for some one on one with Clark. "Very well. Someone will be with you in just a moment. Enjoy your evening, Miss Wayne."

The vibrating of (YN)'s phone in her clutch caught her attention. It was Clark, informing her of his arrival. (YN) typed a reply, letting him know where to find her.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"

(YN) looked up from her little device and giggled. Clark was standing there with his hand on the chair, waiting for (YN) to grant him permission to take a seat. She decided to play along. "I'm sorry, but my boyfriend will be here soon." Clark grinned and took off his glasses. "Never mind. He's already here," (YN) said, chuckling lightly. "Hey beautiful," Clark said softly while lowering his head to steal a kiss. "I like your hair like that," he complimented before sitting down across from her.

A different waiter arrived shortly after Clark and took their drink order, interrupting the loving gaze (YN) and Clark were giving each other. They promptly asked for a bottle of red wine, dismissing the waiter rather rudely, but they hadn't seen each other in a while and just wanted to be alone.