When you took a job as the receptionist for the Daily Planet, you weren’t expecting to see another Smallville native on the job. In fact, Clark Kent’s appearance in your life was the least likely thing to occur, in your mind, because you didn’t think that the football-playing, popular jock would ever become a reporter. You were thinking more along the lines of action movie star.

And you definitely didn’t expect your boss, Perry White, to make you show him around—even if you completely disregarded the fact that you were only a receptionist—you were expecting someone more important to take your place, like the unshakeable Lois Lane, or the lovable Jimmy Olsen.

You couldn’t wait to be embarrassed to a whole different degree. He probably didn’t even remember that you went to Smallville High, forget the fact that you sat behind him in Physics for two years.

Snapping out of your hunk induced haze, you quickly (or as quickly as you could, with three inch heels on), you walked towards Clark’s desk, nervously tapping your nails against your folder. He looked up, and immediately, his eyes lit up. He must be mistaking you for someone else. “I didn’t think I’d see another Smallville native in the heart of Metropolis!” He exclaims, and it looks like he hasn’t forgotten you after all.