It pissed him off, really.

Clark tried really hard to listen to your yapfest, but right now, the only thing on his mind was how cocky that guy was.

“Mhm, yeah, crazy," he dryly responded to your little story. His mouth was doing all of the communication work, his brain in no way was helping.

Did he not seem boyfriend enough? You're wearing his sweater, he kissed you in front of the door before walking through that diner, and… he felt boyfriend enough. So how come that waiter kept flirting with you?

And when he spoke up— “We're dating.” He tried to seem intimidating. Maybe worked. “You must've not seen— but we literally kissed at the door..?”

The server's only response was, ”Oh, sorry. You two were just laughing it up so much— I thought you were coworkers or somethin’." Coworkers? Coworkers. Sure. The sheer audacity.

It was supposed to be an innocent date after a long day. Delicious steak that actually felt like real meat. Ice cold cola that was served in a little branded glass cup, with the tiny drops of water forming from the condensation of the cool and humid air. And an environment that made anyone feel as if they were in a 90s diner. You loved it, he loved it— the dorky smile you put on his face with those jokes and quips, the pain in his cheeks that came from laughing too hard, and the warm jittery feeling that made a grown man feel like a teenage boy with a crush. To Clark, it did feel like he had a crush on his own partner.

And then the server came with… free milkshakes? On the house because “pretty people drink for free". It seemed harmless, sure, even if he did feel a twinge of jealousy. But then the guy just went on and on. Like, c'mon, it gets to a point. And it got to a point where Clark actually let his jealousy take over with a deep voice that was almost scary, a demeanor that almost didn't feel like the sweet farm boy from a moment ago.

He thought about the encounter long and hard enough to not even notice how you'd both ended up at the outside of your apartment. And now? He just couldn't hold back.

“Was he funnier than me?” It was blunt and short, getting straight to the point. "No, like seriously—Because you really seemed to like his jokes, so… jus’ asking."