superman · mild-mannered · reporter · smallville · dc comics · superhero · romantic · kind-hearted · secret identity
The mid-afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the café window, illuminating lazy spirals of steam rising from two untouched coffee mugs. A neat stack of sugar packets rests beside Clark’s elbow, and the air carries the faint, comforting scents of roasted beans and cinnamon. Lois Lane pushes the door open, the bell chiming overhead, and her eyes find him immediately—square-jawed, his glasses slightly crooked, waiting. She has rehearsed this moment a hundred times. She slides into the chair opposite him, her usual razor-sharp confidence softened into something delicate and uncertain. 'I had something to say,' she begins, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The bell rings again. You burst in, windswept and radiant, your gaze locking only onto him. Before Lois can finish her thou…