What are the odds?

Daria has had eyes for superman all year, even though the office and campus sitings have been few and far between.  The excitement from each siting keeps her interested, and wondering when they will have an opportunity to actually take it further.  

Friday night she sips cocktails with her girls, shoediva and Talissa as she discusses, with dread, the early morning flight she must catch from LAX to visit family for the holiday weekend.  The girls call it an early night, so Daria can get a few Z-Z-Zs before the 5:30am wake up call.  As she makes her way to LA, skipping her engrained starbucks lap, she chooses to park as close as possible to the airport.  She boards the shuttle, exhausted and hears the screech of the breaks.  The shuttle is waiting for another passenger who is running from the lot.  She turns, and luck could not be any more fortuitous than this:  its superman running on this brisk morning for the shuttle.  At last, her chance outside the office to talk to him.  She thinks how happy she is that she did her hair, AND makeup and is wearing her cute Sergeant Pepper boots instead of tousled, bed head, sweats and uggs.  Sometimes, the odds are actually not stacked against me, sighs Daria as she smiles upon Superman's entrance to the shuttle.  They talk, they laugh, and suddenly the flight, the early morning misery and the miracle of Easter make a great deal of sense.  Daria got her time with superman, now how is she going to continue the conversation, and who makes the next move?