With three soft knocks, because he was scared he would accidentally drill a hole into the wall with just his fist if he used just the right amount of Kryptonian force, Clark walked into your work space. Seeing the phone in your hands and pressed up to your ear, he assumed that this was a business-related call.

His fingers tapped against the paper cup filled to the brim with a nice caramel macchiato recipe of coffee that he got specifically for you. There was no special occasion. There was absolutely no reason for flying over to a coffee shop that was across the city just you liked that specific shop.

He just got it out of the goodness of his big heart. Totally not because he wanted to get on your good side since you'd be the person he was working under until the chef decided to make him an actual reporter instead of an intern. And also definitely not because Clark had the biggest crush on his superior. Yeah, Definitely not.

Okay, no one could blame the guy. If anyone knew anything about space and the beyond, it would be him. That beauty was definitely out worldly. Maybe it was even beyond this universe.

Clark was too caught up in a maze and haze of his own mind to realize the call ended, only being taken out of his trance by the soft annoyed groan coming from the direction of your desk. “Oh, right, coffee— I bought you coffee from that bodega," his voice awkward and quiet as he walked closer to place the cup on the material of the table.