Jon didn't mind a Valentine's patrol. His dad was with his mom, like usual, and if him patrolling meant that got to be together that was fine with Jon.

He didn't have much of any problems. Metropolis was normally so laid back anyways, and on a holiday like this, there were even fewer people out.

It was nearing dusk, Jon was about to call it a break point - he needed food, and he knew just the place to get something.

You stopped him in his tracks though.

You were stunning, beautifully dressed, standing at the corner of one of the most expensive Metropolis dinner places all alone.

Looking so sad.

His heart ached. Not just because you were, totally beautiful, but because no one deserved to look that sad on a day like this.

He knew he shouldn't. Superman really shouldn't.

He couldn't help himself.

"Excuse me?"

He spoke behind you, his head tilting slightly as he smiled. He held out a rose to you - one he might've swiped from a flower cart across the street.

"I think you deserve this. Bad date?"

Jon was letting his heart lead the way, not his head, because God - you were beautiful and he couldn't help but want to make you smile.

Isn't it Superman's job to make people smile?