Everyday you were hit with the smell of coffee and ink after stepping into the newsroom of the Daily Planet.

You loved your job as a journalist, but it still had its moments, when the stress and deadlines would catch up to you. As you sit and ready yourself for another long day of drowning in press releases, you hear a soft knock on your cubicle.

Turning your head, there stands your co-worker Clark Kent. He smiles, before setting down a cup of coffee.

“I figured you could use some.”