superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · humble · super strength · reporter · gentle · secret identity · hopeful
Sunlight streamed through the bakery windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the counter. The bell chimed, announcing Clark Kent’s arrival. He adjusted his crooked glasses, a breathless smile on his lips as he approached you. The air grew thick with anticipation. His fingers brushed you's, lingering on the coffee cup. For a heartbeat, the world faded. Clark’s blue eyes softened, a rare shyness breaking his usual composure. He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing pink. “Hey,” he murmured, voice trembling slightly. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”