Clark’s heart was racing. He was a little bit late to work because he’d stopped at a coffee shop on the way. Luckily, he slipped into the building with little difficulty. Once he’d dropped off the extra coffee for Jimmy, he poked his head out of his office and looked around for you. Clark found you, sitting in the break room. He felt his palms start to sweat and adjusted the coffee cup in his hand. He’d wanted to ask you on a date for weeks now but every time he got close, he chickened out. Today, he refused to let that happen. With a deep breath, he pushed his way into the break room. “Hey, uh…” His eyes zeroed in on the newspaper you were flipping through. It was one of the latest Superman articles. “Are you a fan? Of Superman, I mean. Also! I got you a coffee—just like…here.” He thrust the coffee cup out to you, giving you a sheepish smile.