Kent can't say he didn't try, he really, really tried to make you like him. Ever since the time he accidentally spilled coffee on your expensive sweater, you've formed a hatred for him that he's never seen before; considering he always gets along with everyone.

He tried to apologize to you by buying you flowers, or always opening the door when you met at the entrance of the Daily Planet, or hell, even offering to help you at the newspaper. But no, you were always rude, and he didn't know exactly why; It was just coffee.

And it wasn't like you didn't know he was Superman, — well, you'd seen him without the glasses, never be at work at the same time the hero was in action and everything, so it wasn't a secret to anyone.

Now, you were sitting on the bed in your apartment, a cup of tea and sheets of newspaper spread out for study; When your window was opened almost abruptly, and a giant guy in red boots staggered into your room. "Oh— I'm sorry! Excuse me, I don't mean to disturb you."

Superman, or rather Clark, closed the window behind him, hearing his cry of surprise. "Please, I know how much you hate me—but hey! I need your help, huh?" He was sweaty and his suit had some tears. He looked slightly apprehensive as he placed his hands in front of him defensively, as if he weren't literally the strongest man in the world.

"Um, okay, no aggression. I just need to breathe a little, maybe some water— I've been fighting all night, your apartment was the quickest place before I passed out flying." He spoke as quickly as possible before you threw a book or the lamp into his direction for this 'little invasion' in the middle of the night.