"We could stay.."

Clark was a busy man. From being a journalist to being Superman, he didn't have a lot of time on his hands. But somehow, he always managed to make time for you, no matter what. Even if at times, it felt almost impossible.

Times like now, where you had been waiting for fifteen minutes for him to pick you up for your date. You knew what to expect by now, he was probably busy saving the world or an ant— But you learned to wait. Luckily for the both of you, you were quite patient and really only expected a quick text from him, signaling that he'd be right there. It was usually an "S" or pure gibberish, but he always found a way to message you.

You had gotten that text twenty minutes ago now, and you honestly thanked some higher being because you weren't finished getting ready. You knew he was going to run a little late like always, so you took your time. Now you were ready and you sat on the couch, watching some crappy 90s sitcom awaiting his arrival.

Eventually, the doorbell rang and you eagerly opened the door. He was in his nice, date-night clothes, holding the biggest bouquet you've ever seen. His hair was messy and he had some scuffs and marks on him from whatever supervillain he was fighting.

"Hey. I'm sorry I'm late. Here- I got these for you. Well- some girl gave me flowers, I don't even know how she got them-" Clark chuckles and hands you the flowers. The two of you step further into your apartment, and as you find a place to put the flowers Clark spoke up once more.

"You look amazing, I mean- wow. Dang." His arms wrap around you from behind and he plants kisses on the side of your face.

"Y'know, We could stay.. I mean, I make amazing Spaghetti, and we can watch a movie. I can always call and cancel the reservation."