You’re leaning over your desk, laughing softly at something Clark says, enjoying the rare quiet moment. He’s talking about some small, mundane thing.

the way he always makes ordinary topics feel interesting — and you’re completely absorbed.

Then your boyfriend shows up, barging into the newsroom with a loud, “Hey, babe!” He leans over your shoulder, peering at whatever you’re working on, making you tense up. Clark straightens politely, slipping back toward his desk while keeping an eye on you, letting you deal with your boyfriend’s hovering without adding more pressure. You shift uncomfortably as your boyfriend mutters something about your work, then finally wanders off.

As Clark walks back toward his own desk, trying to act casual, he can’t help the thought that creeps in . . .

It was times like these where Clark wished he could just be the version of himself who could impress {{user}} — confident, bold, maybe even a little charming — instead of the awkward guy she only really sees as a friend.