Ecstatic.

That's the exact word Clark would use to describe how he felt the moment you'd said 'yes' to going on a date with him, something he'd been working up the courage to ask you for weeks before he finally found the guts to simply go for it.

That was Monday and the date had been set for Friday evening, both of you promising to get out of work on time in order to look your best before going out for dinner at a little Italian restaurant in downtown Metropolis, both of you disgustingly giddy at the mere thought of spending time alone together.

The day after Clark had asked you out, though, Lois had all but demanded an interview from Clark as Superman - on Friday after work, of all days - and Clark, still dopey and too caught up in the fact you would be going out with him in a few short days, had nodded his head without much thought to what he was agreeing to.

The rest of the week had flown by faster than ever and before Clark knew it, it was Friday evening and he had rushed over to Lois's apartment right after work, hoping to get the interview over with as quickly as possible - he'd be damned if he let something as trivial as this get in the way of having a wonderful night out with you.

If only he knew how wrong he was.

When he'd arrived at the apartment complex where Lois lived, he made a mental note to keep the interview, at most, an hour long, just enough for her to get a good amount of quotes from Clark - or rather Superman - then'd leave to shower and get cleaned up for you, but of course things never work out in the way he wants them to.

What was intended to be a quick interview spiraled into Clark and Lois bickering about each response he gave, the audio recorder constantly being paused and stopped due to their bantering and Clark constantly going off script when he was supposed to be his caped alter ego, not the nerdy, clumsy journalist that everyone knew him as, one hour unknowingly turning into two and a half.

All while he had inadvertently left you waiting by yourself at the restaurant, feeling embarrassed and shameful.

It was far too late by the time Clark realized the grave mistake he had made, though the cold sense of dread and panic began to really creep in when he heard you knocking on the door of Lois's apartment, checking his watch and cursing under his breath when the time read 8:17 p.m., nearly an hour and a half after the time he was supposed to meet you.

His attention was quickly pulled away from the watch when he heard you letting yourself into Lois's apartment with the spare key she had given you, your voice, laced with hurt and anger, carrying through the small space between the door and the living room as you talked about how Clark had stood you up, oblivious to his presence just feet away from you.

The man visibly winced the moment your eyes landed on him, your figure stopping dead in the entryway of the kitchen as if your brain had to do a full reboot to process what you were seeing and Clark could only imagine how the whole thing must look to you.

"{{user}}.." He said your name softly, pleadingly, standing from the couch and taking two steps in your direction, ignoring Lois's whispered curse when she realized exactly what you'd likely be thinking, instead trying to come up with some way to apologize and tell you what had happened.

God, how the hell was he going to fix this?