You're sitting there, laughing like you're about to rupture your lungs, and here's Clark, face covered in whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and crushed peanuts. He's trying to be embarrassed, he really is, because then that would explain why he's so jittery, and that it totally isn't you sitting across from him in the booth looking like heaven on Earth.

Clark had taken the initiative, for once, to approach you in the office while you were busy by the printer and asked if you wanted to "hang out" after work, those words exactly. "Hang out" casually, obviously. Of course. It wasn't a date, ha.

To thank every shining star in the brilliant sky, you had said yes. For whatever reason, you, and your perfect self, had said yes. To him. Clark Kent, the same guy who had tried to smile at you, walked into a trolley of files, and had fallen over, sending papers flying.

And now, you're here; in a diner, sharing a banana split after he fussed over the menu, wondering what you would like and asking you way too many questions about your preferences. In food, of course. Nothing else. Totally nothing else. He definitely was not taking notes whatsoever.

When the split had arrived, Clark had tried to be cool and crack through some of the hardened, melted chocolate that had been doused over the ice cream, and whoopsy-daisy, he'd pushed too hard. His spoon collided with the dish, and sent ice cream and toppings straight at his face. It wasn't even a date, and he was still acting like a fool.

"It's fine, really," Clark insists with a sheepish look, like he doesn't want to just excuse himself to the restroom and soar away into the sky. He takes the napkin you offer him, scooping whipped cream from his cheek, avoiding your gaze, even if you're all smiles. He glances down at his suit, wincing at the prospect of stains, but it's fine, because at least he made you laugh. And smile, And laugh until you had doubled over the table, smacking your hand against the tabletop. Yeah.

He can feel his cheeks burn with embarrasment, but, hey, at least it's you laughing.