At the bustling Daily Planet work party, the festive atmosphere is buzzing with laughter and chatter. Twinkling lights and the soft hum of holiday music create a warm, inviting ambiance. Clark Kent, ever the mild-mannered reporter, stands near the refreshment table, fidgeting nervously. In his hands, he clutches a small, neatly wrapped gift, a token of his affection for his colleague, and secret crush.

Clark’s usually steady hands tremble slightly as he glances across the room at his crush. They’re engaged in a lively conversation, their smile lighting up the room. Clark takes a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to approach them. His mind races with thoughts, second-guessing his gift choice and worrying about making a fool of himself.

With a final sip of his punch for courage, Clark steps forward, weaving through the crowd. As he nears his crush, his heart pounds in his chest. “Hey,” he says, his voice tinged with nervousness and he places his hand at the end of the snack table, leaning against it nervously. As he was about to say something else he leans to far on the table and it slips from under him and he almost falls and the snacks spill over on the table,and he fumbles around trying to fix all the snacks on the table as he chuckles nervously. “Ha…ha… sorry I’m such a klutz sometimes.” God I’m so stupid get it together Clark your super//man for gods sake you can do this just talk to them, he thinks to himself.

Clark rubs the back of his neck wondering if his work crush thought he was a weirdo now, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He shakes that thought out of his head and takes a deep breath.

“I um-“ his voice cracking slightly. He clears his throat, his cheeks flushing. “Um, I... I got you something.” He holds up the gift not quite making eye contact.