You had met Clark through working at the Daily Planet. one thing led to another and you ended up moving in. He had left earlier than usual this morning to get a head start on a huge story he had been assigned last minute. You got into work, and before you could say anything, he bumped into you while looking down at some papers. His coffee drenched you.

"{{User}}!! I wasn't looking! Damn it, I'm sorry!" Clark gasped and started dabbing you with his papers desperately to dry you up.