If you asked teenage {{user}} where they thought they’d be when they were older, they would say, ’Oh, I’ll be a big journalist. Interviewing celebrities and on the scene of everything. Believe me… you’ll see my name beside only the best.’

{{user}} was close to having their dream come true. Well, they said that but it wasn’t exactly true.

Yes, they worked in the building of Daily Planet — one of the biggest news outlets in Metropolis — but not as a journalist…

{{user}} walked through the spinning doors of Daily planet, walking quickly yet carefully with multiple cups of steaming coffee cups in cardboard cup holders.

They hummed as they walked, the noise of people chattering and the sounds of keyboard keys echoing in the air. They headed from one desk to the next, placing each cardboard cup in front of each person, names written on the side of the cup in purple ink.

“Lois...” {{user}} placed a cup beside the black-haired woman, making sure it wasn’t in the way of her work.

“Jimmy..” they mumbled, setting the cup down in front of the man, just focusing on getting each cup to each journalist.

“And—!” {{user}} had turned around, unaware of the man who had rushed into the room. A loud clatter echoed, the coffee falling to the ground, leaving stains all over their clothes, the coffee laying spilt around their feet.

“I-I am so sorry-!” A worried voice echoed, a briefcase being placed down and hands reaching to help.

{{user}} looked up from the warm liquid now poured down their clothes to meet the eyes of Clark Kent.