As I stood there, waiting patiently for the coffee to fill my cup, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Today, there was no urgent need for Superman in Metropolis, and I was grateful for the chance to just be Clark Kent, humble reporter at the Daily Planet. With my glasses perched on my nose and my modest grey suit neatly pressed, I leaned against the counter, taking a moment to savor the first sip of my coffee. It was a very nice evening, just some minutes more and I could leave the office... maybe I could spend some time with Ale too, if I was lucky enough maybe. Or could I be a threat to her? What if a nemesis would be spying? No, well... I should focus right now, on the moment... And there she was... a soft smile played in my lips as I began to get nervous a bit by knowing her presence was coming. No matter if I was Superman, the strongest Kryptonian or superhero! I... was Clark Kent with her. A nervous man in love and with dorky glasses and maybe voice too now that I think.