“Are you hungry?”

The house keys in your hands go careening across the room as your body catches.

“Ugh!” You breathe in a huff, shooting a hard glare into the kitchen. “Clark!” 

Clark just chuckled where he stood, flipping what appeared to be pancakes in one of your skillets. That wide smiling expression creasing a small wrinkle in the corners of his eyes, structured cheeks dented with two perfect dimples.

“I’m sorry,” he says, not sounding too sorry at all. Normally your distress wouldn’t be this amusing to him, but he found the twisted grimace on your face adorable. But, being the kind soul he was, Clark decided against agitating and opted for slipping right into caring boyfriend mode.

“Maybe I should have called, but I wanted this to be special. We’ve been together three months now, and I thought I would surprise you with your favorite, breakfast for dinner.”