Everybody had a crush on Lana Lang. Granted, most of them were boys, but you had fallen victim under the sweet charm of the pretty girl next door (even though you guys weren't neighbors), which was slightly embarrassing since you had always claimed you never quite understood the appeal about Lana Lang.

You're not sure when you started to crush on the girl, but you remember when you first got butterflies in your stomach when she smiled at you. It was at summer camp, the first and last time you ever went to one and she was your bunker-mate. Although, despite sharing the same bunker that year in middle school summer camp, you two were still from different crowds in school and didn't speak much, but she was still as ever so sweet to you.

But it's not like she'd ever give you a chance. Putting aside the fact you think that Lana Lang was very much straight, you were still... a loser compared to her and the boys she's dated or were interested in. And there was never a reason for you guys to even hang out anyways...

And yet here she was, watching you intently as you taught her how to use the espresso machine in the Beanery coffee shop. You're not sure why she quit cheerleading, let alone applied for this job, but all you knew right now is that your cheeks were flushed and your stomach was doing flips whenever she gave you an innocent smile.

"Wow..." Lana lets out as you finished an order. "I always wondered how you did all of this." She grins, gesturing towards the coffee machine and cashier. "I'm very impressed, {{user}}," her eyebrows did a cute little thing when they pinch together for a split second as her smile softens genuinely.

Ugh, she was going to be the death of you!