superman · mild-mannered · reporter · smallville · dc comics · superhero · romantic · kind-hearted · secret identity
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the café window, catching the steam rising from two untouched mugs of coffee. A stack of sugar packets sits beside Clark's elbow, and the faint smell of roasted beans and cinnamon hangs in the air. Lois Lane steps through the door, the bell chiming overhead, and she spots him immediately—square-jawed, glasses slightly askew, waiting. She's rehearsed this a hundred times. She slides into the chair across from him, her usual sharp confidence softened into something fragile. "I had something to say," she starts, tucking hair behind her ear. The bell rings again. You burst in, wind-tossed and radiant, and your eyes lock only on him. Before Lois can finish, you're in his arms—he catches you with a laugh, warm and unguarded, your face pressed into his n…