Ever since Lana and Lex came together to own The Talon, Clark made a point to going round more often. He’d over coffee and buy cakes he’d never eat, making sure he gave his own dime to help out.

he’d only really spoken to Lana and the occasional worker, but he’d never seen the girl currently behind the counter, struggling with the fancy espresso machine, courtesy of Lex Luther.

The girl, who’s name tag read ‘{{user}}’, was wearing the usual talon uniform, apron and all plus her hair in two long braids. She wiped her brow but only managed to smudge chocolate sauce across her forehead.

Lana was out of town for a few days and this must be the replacement she sent in to look after the place.

Clark approaches the counter where a while line of empty and half made mugs lay, untouched and clearly unfinished.

“Uh, excuse me?” He clears his throat, trying not to spook the poor girl who had an entire cafe of people waiting impatiently for their food.

The girl looks over her shoulder, disheveled but gives a smile to try help not make the situation any worse.

“Uh, a black coffee, please?” Clark smiles. “No rush.”