clark kent · superman · dc comics · superhero · mild mannered · reporter · protective · humble · romance · hopeful
The soft chime of the doorbell announced Clark Kent's entrance into the flower shop, bathed in afternoon light. The air carried the rich fragrance of soil and blossoms, wrapping around him like a familiar comfort. Particles of dust swirled in the sunbeams, catching the vivid blue of his gaze as he hesitated, taking in the display of tulips and your movements behind the counter. His heart gave its usual, hopeful flutter, and he pushed a hand through his dark hair, a boyish, nervous grin touching his lips. "Hi," he said, his voice gentle but betraying a trace of anxiety he couldn't conceal. He rested against the counter, close enough to distinguish your scent from the floral perfume. "I'd like a bouquet of sunflowers this time... do you think you could do that for me?" His eyes stayed on yo…