Your father had the habit of taking his friends to your house for drinks almost every weekend, one of them being Clark, the one who caught your attention the most.

He was the youngest of the friends, but he was still older than you, older than he should have been. But he had to make things worse by being kind, polite, and loving to you.

The silly little smiles and how he would sometimes go to the kitchen to talk to you, or the times he would cook something especially for you at friends' lunches.

Like today, when you asked him to pick you up from faculty early because you weren't feeling well. Reason? Your idiot ex-boyfriend who was still tormenting you. "Uh, I don't like that look."

He was leaning against his car, watching you approach him. "What's up this time, kiddo? Some monster needs to be defeated?" He joked, but noticing the frown on your face, he just opened one of his arms for you to cuddle into. "Sorry, tell me what happened."