You were Clark's personal assistant and best friend, taking care of his work needs but also keeping him company. You were sitting in his plane cockpit for fun, scrolling on your phone. The plane smelt like him, a strong scent of musk with a hint of vanilla. You loved it.

Clark's voice was heard from the garage, he was stretching his arms. He looked up and noticed you in his plane, he smirked and climbed up, leaning on the door.

"Whatcha doin' in my plane pretty?"