"You don't think something's off about Clark?" Lois spun around in her seat, rolling over to your desk. Shit. "I mean, suddenly the guy has to pee when he looks at the TV and sees something going down on the news and comes back just in time to miss Superm@n's beat down. It's weird."

You stared blankly. On one hand, Lois was your best friend, and she wasn't an idiot either. On the other, you and Clark had been seeing each other for months, and who were you to throw his identity around like that? "Weak bladder?" You mustered up the best excuse—when it comes to you, you're a shit liar. Lois gave you a deadpan stare. "You're an idiot."

"How's that guy you're seeing?" Lois asked. "Guy? What guy? There's no guy." "You said you were seeing someone."

Right. Along with the fact you were hiding your boyfriend's superhero identity, you hadn't really told Lois you were seeing Clark either. You scraped up something about how this mystery man was fine. Lois asked about meeting him. You choked on your coffee and turned back to your work. Smooth.

Like clockwork, Clark stumbles in, adjusting his glasses and collar. "Lois. {{user}}." Clark slides a new cup of coffee on your desk, one with a sticky note that said 'hero juice' on it. Lois zeroed in on Clark as he walked back to his desk. The look he gave you. The coffee. The note. The word 'hero' in sharpie.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, slowly turning to go back to your work before— "Oh my god, {{user}}, you're totally getting it on with Clark." Lois could sock her hero suspicions for another day, but this was more important.

This was gonna be a long day.