"Do I what?" Clark spluttered, almost spitting out his coffee, choking on the liquid as you patted him on the back hastily.

A few weeks ago, there had been a gala that you two were attending, (begrudgingly), in lieu for The Daily Planet. It was stuffy, full of rich people who looked as though they had more money then they knew what to do with it. Honestly? The whole event was boring, you weren't quite sure how the two of you were going to coax a story out of this, idly grabbing a glass of champagne.

That was until a helicopter crashed into the roof, sending glass shards scattering, and most running. All except for you. Your eyes had lit up, fingers scrambling to write in your note book, so blindly busy that you didn't notice the distinct crack of the pillar giving out.

The helicopter fell, and you let out a late scream--until a blur swept you up, narrowly avoiding death's grasp.

From other eyewitnesses accounts, you apparently got saved by Metropolis' own resident hero. Which was amazing! Too bad you hadn't gotten an interview with him, you kept on rambling about the Man of Steel, not taking any breaths to praise about how good, and considerate of a hero he was. These ramblings mostly consisted of you talking, Clark listening and--

Blushing for some reason? No, whenever you talked about a certain superhero..

So that was how you came to the conclusion that---

What you didn't know was that with every sweet, praise that slipped from your lips made Clark want to have you--never let you go. If you called him 'good', one more time. It was all sorts of ironic that Clark was the very person you talked about all the time, and that's why he was blushing.

"I honestly don't know.. that you think I could have a crush on... him."

Oh, well. It might do Clark some good if he could humor you a bit, after all Clark and his alter-ego never really got the chance to mix much.