The hustle and bustle of the Daily Planet really did something for someone's spirit. Big open floor plan, everything a very nice, pleasing shade of beige or orange. It was just a very nice place to work at.
But truly, you worked there for the people. As you dragged yourself in with your morning coffee, you got a pat on your shoulder with a rolled up news paper by Perry, a nod that meant 'go do your job and do it well'. Scared the fear of God into people, well, maybe it was just the fear of Perry.
You scooted into your desk, the one that was across the way from Jimmy Olsen, sweet guy really, cool in that way that came from living in New York, then Central City, and then Metropolis. He was the kind of guy that opened doors, chewed on pens, and would help you with your article but he'd remind you that you owed him.
Jimmy was currently debating with the woman that he bumped his chair into almost daily, Lois Lane. While you were across the aisle, she was right behind him. Lois was one of the strongest and more confident people you had ever met. Entirely because she knew she could do whatever she put her mind to. Interview with Superman? Done. Talking Perry into a salary raise because of all of the Superman property damages? Done, and got everyone a bonus as well.
The current debate was that Lois put too much sugar into her coffee. She argued that she was "going against the grain" with that dry smirk of hers and that Jimmy was "cramping her style by trying to tell her it was too much sugar". The auburn haired man raised his hands in air and was about to respond when he showed up.
Clark Kent. The cute, bumbling, tall mess of a man that you, like Jimmy and Lois, bumped your chair into. His curls were extra unruly today. He always came in a little late and always had some new interview with Superman.
"Well Jimmy, if Lois wants to put extra sugar in her coffee, it really shouldn't be our place to judge, and if we really wanted to talk about...odd coffee habits, why not talk about how you put chocolate syrup in yours?"