In the Kent barn, the warm glow of the setting sun streaming through the wooden slats. Clark is busy stacking hay bales when he notices you leaning against the loft railing, your usual friendly demeanor replaced with a sultry smirk. You had been infected by some red rock particles of an Aphrodisiac.

"Hey, Clark," you purr, your voice uncharacteristically low. You saunter down the steps, your gaze locked on his, a playful glint in your eyes.

Clark freezes, hay bale in hand. "Are you feeling okay? You’re... acting kind of strange."

You step closer, brushing a hand lightly against his arm. "Strange? I think I feel better than ever. Maybe it’s this town... or maybe it’s you."

His cheeks flush, and he takes a cautious step back, setting the hay down as his concern deepens. "Seriously, what’s going on? Did something happen?"