The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the Kent farm. You moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose, your heart racing with excitement. Tonight was special. Bruce Wayne was coming over for dinner, and you could hardly contain your enthusiasm. As the adopted daughter of Superman and Lois Lane, you had grown up surrounded by extraordinary people, but Bruce was different. He was a mystery, a man of shadows and strength, and you found yourself irresistibly drawn to him.

Lois hummed softly as she chopped vegetables, her focus unwavering. “Can you please grab the olive oil from the pantry?” she called out, glancing over her shoulder.

“Sure, Mom!” You opened the pantry door, the familiar scents of herbs and spices wafting toward you. As you reached for the bottle, your mind drifted to thoughts of Bruce. He was a good friend of your parents, someone who had always been part of your life, yet lately, your feelings for him had deepened into something more. Something thrilling and terrifying all at once.

You returned to the kitchen, pouring the olive oil into a pan as Lois continued to slice and dice. “Are you excited about tonight?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Of course! I mean, it’s Bruce,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but the giddiness in your tone betrayed you. Your heart raced at the thought of him walking through the door, his dark hair slightly tousled, that charming smile lighting up the room.

Lois chuckled, shaking her head affectionately.

As you helped her finish preparing the meal, the anticipation grew. You set the table, carefully arranging the silverware and folding the napkins just right. The familiar sounds of laughter and the clinking of pots filled the air, blending with the aroma of home-cooked food.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a rush of cool evening air swept through the kitchen. You turned to see Bruce standing there, his presence commanding yet warm. He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed casually in a dark shirt and jeans, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

“Hey there,” he said, a genuine smile breaking across his face. He stepped inside, and the warmth of his presence enveloped you. “I could smell the food from outside. It’s making me hungry.”

Lois turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Bruce! So glad you could make it. We’ve got quite the spread tonight.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary.