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When it came to dating, it was nice to have time alone with Clark. But really, they weren't able to socialize with other couples because in his world it would mean keeping too many secrets. So today April had an idea.

She arranged for a table for four at a nice diner that had a beautiful view of the Tiber River. And close by, there was an alleyway that would allow privacy for those with PINpoint to arrive for the lunch. After that was all arranged, April sent out two invitations.

To Kairos: Hey Kairos, I would like to invite you and Connor to a lunch with me and Clark. PINpoint coordinates are attached. It is a nice casual event. I hope you can attend.

Then to Clark: Hey sweetie. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with another couple who met in the Nexus. I have invited Kairos and Connor to lunch, and would love you at my side. PINpoint coordinates are attached. See you soon!

With that done, all that is left is to wait.

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Connor lets himself be led, although he's still subtly playing bodyguard, for both of them, now. His expression is a little wary, the kind of serious frown that, combined with his scruffy, intense looks, tends to make anyone who meets his eyes quickly pretend to be busy looking somewhere else.
He's listening, but he's not good about names in the Nexus. April, he knows on sight. When they reach the table he moves just slightly out of Kairos' grip to pull out chairs for both girls, in an old-fashioned, chivalrous way. He'll sit after they're both seated.

((I actually need to go run a quick errand, will be back asap... maybe we'll all be here by then? I hope... Sorry...))

"No. He hadn't mentioned the fact. But then again, Clark had other things on his mind until recently." Like rescuing April from her Demon captors.

Awarding Connor with a smile when he pulls out the chairs, April takes a seat.

Clark PINpoints into the alleyway, clad in his regular red and blue (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091019221837/smallville/images/7/7b/SM809-0009.jpg). He normally likes to just run wherever he's going, but traveling across universes is generally easier if he gives in to using technology instead of his own two feet.

Super-sharp hearing picks up the sound of April's voice, and he recognizes Kairos's voice as well. Connor's is unfamiliar, since the only time they have run into each other so far was when Clark's time traveled self was in the Nexus. Pocketing his PINpoint, he homes in on the sounds.

Kairos is not aware of recent events. If she had, no one would be able to stop her from hugging her friend. "He seems like a busy man," she says quietly, sitting. She turns towards Connor just a little, her body language very in tune with his.

Connor's raspy voice and muddled accent are pretty distinctive, but he's also not saying much. He's quiet by habit, and Kairos is used to that by now, but April and Clark may not be. The main Nexus forces him into conversation.

Connor settles in his chair, but he's still ready to leap up at a moment's notice. This is really his first time being in a public, sit-down restaurant (truck stops don't count), in the last fifteen years. He's nervous, and when Connor's nervous, he starts to look slightly dangerous and angry. "...Should I know him?" He asks quietly.

"That's Clark." April smiles and waves her boyfriend.

She makes introductions, even though they may be a bit unnecessary. "Clark, this is Kairos and Connor."

"I know that Kairos met Clark before, now..." She laughs, giving her boyfriend a friendly poke because he had not mentioned the fact. "But I don't know if Connor has had the pleasure of answering any of your questions in the Nexus."

Clark greets April with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

"And hello again," he says to Kairos with a friendly smile, before turning his attention to Connor. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Clark Kent." He can hear the other man's heartbeat, a little accelerated than it probably is otherwise, due to his nervousness. So he does his best to look as nonthreatening as a six-foot-three man-mountain can.

"Sort of harmless, honey." Kairos, no. There is no way that Clark Kent is 'harmless'. "To us, anyway." ..That's better.

And there he is, and Kai raises a hand in hello. "Hey!"

Connor is six-foot-one and not easy to intimidate, but he's got a lean runner's build, and he stands up to greet Clark. He's not going to be first to offer a handshake, though, and he meets Clark's eyes with an intense, old gaze, wary and suspicious. "I know your face." He's nervous, but he's also got the defensive instincts of a predator. Connor's head turns just slightly towards Kairos, but the grey-blue eyes don't leave Clark's face. "Nobody's harmless."

Poor Kairos. Connor alone at home with her is downright sweet, but Connor in a public place with people he doesn't know well is like a wild animal brought indoors. He was that way the first few days in her house, too, but that was a while ago now.

The tension between Connor and Clark is noted with caution by April, but she trusts Kairos to handle the paranoid Immortal better than she can.

Besides, Connor would just wreck his sword if he did try anything against Clark. And April is confident that her boyfriend won't start anything.

"We were just about to order."

Clark deliberately keeps his posture relaxed, keeping his empty hands visible. He's not worried about Connor trying to hurt him, but collateral damage is always a possibility, and he wants to make a good impression. Or at least not a negative one. He has enough enemies already.

Still, he has to tilt his head a little curiously, a small frown creasing his brow. "You do?" He's not entirely sure what that means, whether he's met an alternate of Clark, whether he has a lookalike in Connor's universe, or any number of things. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Kairos starts stroking Connor's arm again reassuringly. She's a little alarmed but she's trusting that Connor will relax eventually. Clark doesn't mean any harm, and he knows how to handle dangerous animals, living on a farm.

She'll let them talk, though, frowning a little at April.

Connor's gaze darts to April, then to Kairos, and he rubs the back of his neck with one hand and offers a handshake with the other, only a little grudgingly. "I don't know. I saw you in the Nexus." He frowns in thought. "Or one of you."

Suddenly April hopes it wasn't a Clark on red-kryptonite. "That must have been confusing for you Connor. I know I am still not used to seeing alternate Clarks. Seeing them, taking to them, and yet knowing that they aren't my boyfriend."

Attuning herself slightly to Kairos, April caught her eye.

Clark shakes Connor's hand, not squeezing too hard or holding on too long, still making his best effort to seem friendly. "There seem to be a lot of me around," he says calmly. He doesn't want to apologize for something an alternate did, especially if he didn't do anything, and he doesn't want to look guilty either. "Good to meet you." He makes eye contact for a few moments, but doesn't hold it in case Connor takes it as a challenge of some kind.

"Should we get to the main event?" he suggests politely, hoping that perhaps tensions will ease if they're not focused on confronting each other.

The thought that resonates through Kai's mind is Hmph. Alpha-men. She gives April a sheepish smile.

"Yes, please sit down, Connor." there's a slight edge to her tone, and she's attempting to pull him back into his chair. "I'm hungry, aren't you?"

"...Sure." Connor's grip is strong and his right hand is slightly callused from daily sword practice, but he's not blind to Kai's quiet commands. After the handshake, he sinks back down beside her, still rubbing the back of his neck a little. Good luck getting him to eat much when he's this tense.

He also gets the feeling he may be apologizing to her later in private, for being kind of an ass to Clark.

April hides a smile behind the menu at Kairo's thoughts. It was true. There was some very Alpha action in the first couple of moments.

"We could start with drinks," Hopefully that will provide something familiar to Connor. "Then order appetizers and a main course."

Clark figures the best course of action is to continue as if nothing happened, and he turns his attention to the menu. He could read the whole thing in a split second, but he's not in any rush, so he takes his time. Plus he doesn't recognize a lot of the things listed, having spent most of his life on a farm in the middle of nowhere.

"You guys go ahead, I'll go last. Need a minute to decide."

((sorry about the wait. Kids.))

Kairos looks over the menu. There's a couple of things that sounds fantastic. "Have you been here before, April? There's so much I don't know which to choose."

((skipping posting order. LOL. Have to disappear to work))

"Well when in Rome... we could order pizza?"

The menu gets a brief looking-over, and then Connor looks at the drinks list... not that he plans on getting drunk around anyone he doesn't trust well, but Kairos wants him to behave, and he knows he probably is being paranoid, and a drink or two might mellow him a little.

Connor doesn't eat well when he's jumpy, anyway. "Pizza's fine..."

Clark avoids the alcoholic beverages entirely. He's still underage and it's been drilled into him that he has to obey all the laws that he can - not that it's ever stopped him from draining bars dry when he's under the influence of red kryptonite. But he's on his best behavior, so he settles for just a Coca-Cola.

"Pizza works for me too." He's had pizza loads of times, but the cheap American delivery version, not real Italian pizza. And he's not picky about toppings, so long as there aren't peas on it. "I'll eat just about anything."

Kairos is 29 19, and in France she's legal age to drink. But she doesn't drink often (because she's a lightweight.) "Pizza totally works. With extra cheese?" she asks hopefully.

She'll go ahead and chose something feminine and fruity to drink, along with a glass of ice water.

Connor is four-hundred-ninety-two. He might be physically nineteen, but he'd argue that being born before there was a legal drinking age gives him every right to booze it up. He'll just order a beer, though, and if he's carded, he has an ID that says his name is Russell Nash and he was born October 22, 1945. He should really get an updated alias.

"Yeah, pizza with anything." Connor tries a smile, but it's still a tense one.