Clark couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, his new neighbor, sitting in the grass, completely absorbed in your book. Every morning, as he walked Krypto, he’d see you there—content, peaceful, a book in hand, and a soft smile on your lips. He wanted to know more about you. What was your favorite color? Your go-to home-cooked meal? He was sure he could make it if you’d only give him the chance.

You made his heart race— in joy, excitement, and something deeper he couldn't quite name.

Iost in his thoughts, he barely noticed his grip on Krypto’s leash loosening. By the time he did, it was too late. The dog bolted, nearly knocking him off his feet in the process.

Clark yelped, stumbling forward as he scrambled to catch up, his face burning—shy happiness replaced by sheer embarrassment.

“I—uh—sorry, Miss,” he stammered, hastily grabbing Krypto’s leash before the dog could completely smother you. He tugged at his collar, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His gaze flickered over your now dirt-speckled top, and his face scrunched slightly in guilt.

He hesitated, cheeks hollowing and his bottom lip quivering as he waited for your reaction.