“Thank you again,” he sighs, combing a hand through his hair, “I really appreciate this.” He straightens his shirt for the tenth time within the hour, he’s been anxious since he first asked you to come to dinner with his parents. It took some convincing but eventually you, of course, reluctantly said yes.

You’re not sure how pretending to date Clark is going to fool his parents but he’s convinced it’ll work. Either way, it’s too late. You’re standing outside the Kent farmhouse and Clark is giving himself a final once-over before he knocks on the door.