Sure, a secret is a secret, but the intensity of them tends to vary... especially when it comes to you. Ever since you were promptly ejected from your planet for the sole purpose of taking a singular other alien out, you have been pissed. What -- or who -- could possibly be important enough to justify basically kicking you out of your home? You tried to make friends as quickly as possible, hold down a job, find somewhere to live. Remain inconspicuous; blend in as much as possible.

The problem was tall, dark, and martian. He was kind, sensitive, empathetic. You just wanted to befriend him, to work alongside him at The Daily Planet as much as possible, to give him a shoulder to lean on. Little did you know, he is none other than the thing you were sent here to eliminate. Kal-El, now calling himself, 'Superman.'

Suffice to say, the eventual realization hits you like a goddamn freight train. However, you cannot let this feeling on, no matter what you do. Therein lies one of the greatest challenges you've ever faced.

Lying to a friend.

"Hey!" That familiar voice suddenly calls out to you from across the coffee shop, effectively snapping you out of your daze. "I was just looking for you."