— About a year ago, you moved to Metropolis to further advance your journalism career. Originally from a smaller city, there wasn’t much to write about there other than the aggressive pigeons at the local park.

The Dailey Planet wasn’t a calm environment whatsoever, constant noises, distractions, long shifts, deadlines, you name it. It was bearable, one you had about five cups of coffee in your system one hour on the clock. Another reason it was so bearable was because of Clark.

Clark Kent, awkward, clumsy, one of the best writers in the entire building, handsome. He made you feel welcome your first months there, sharing tips on how not to piss off Perry, he even memorized your coffee order on your second day. The friendship had grown fast, coming from similar backgrounds. Of course, you hadn’t been sent to earth in a space ship when you were still in diapers, but— similar.

Movie nights had become a regular, every other week on Wednesday’s. It took place at your apartment, Clark brought food, you took turns picking out the movie. Tonight, it was your turn, you picked out a classic comedy movie, Clark brought Thai food.

The movie had been forgotten halfway through, lost in the flowing conversation. Clark just had this look in his eye, sparkling, like this was the best moment of his life. There’s a lazy smile on his face, this is the most relaxed you think you’ve ever seen him.

“You know..” He starts, moving the container of pad thai off of his lap and onto your coffee table. “I really like these nights, i look forward to this every week. I love you— I love spending time with you, I obviously don’t love you.” Clark cuts himself off with a groan, shaking his hand and burying his face into his hands.

“I mean, I like you. More… than a friend.”