heart of steel. (Clark Kent/Superman)

chapter six.

a.n// she's too perf omg

"It is a risk to love: what if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does?"

After literally pushing Superman out of my car, and apologizing profusely for doing so, I rushed to the tiny restaurant Clark and I had agreed to meet at.

I sent him a rather long text explaining why I was late once I was stopped at a light.

It may be an important point to say that I left out any and everything involving the Man of Steel.

As I was hitting send, and honking back at the cars behind me, urging me to move, I pulled into the restaurant's parking lot.

I checked my phone one more time-- no new messages. What if he'd already left? What if he was angry because of my tardiness?

Rushing inside as fast as I could, I asked the maître d' if there was a man within the same description as Clark. As he shook his head, I knew I'd blew all of my chances with the guy who made me feel like a teenager again; the guy who made me blow off superheroes. I'd lost my only chance with the guy of my dreams. Should've known this would turn out like everything else; pure and total shi--

"McKinley? McKinley!"

I turned to see Clark's bright smiling face, as he was waving like crazy at me. Letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, I made my way to him.

"Hey there. You look stunning," he commented, giving me a once over. Now, if this had been any other man, I would've flipped my crap, and probably called him a misogynistic pig, then threw my drink at him.

But this was Clark.

And the way he looked at me, it was as if I was the most beautiful thing, like I was a goddess of some sort. Just by looking at me, he made me feel seventeen again.

a.n// see what I did there? With the goddess joke? Cus he's compared to God? No? Carry on then.

And with this over rush feeling of youthfulness, came a childish blush. It was so heavy, I felt my skin burning. I smiled shyly at him and sat down.

"If by stunning you mean, a flustered overload of awkwardness, then yes; I look extremely stunning." I joked. Clark chuckled lightly, then asked what I wanted to order. After a couple minutes of glancing over the menu, he told me to take as long as I needed, and he would order first.

"I'll just have the fettuccine alfredo," Clark looked over at me hesitantly, seeing I was still confused on my order. He reached over and closed my menu softly. "And, a spaghetti bolognese for the lady." He smiled over at me slightly.

The waiter nodded, taking our menus. It was only silent for a moment, both of us just smiling awkwardly, until I spoke up.

"So, have you lived in Metropolis all your life?" I propped my head up with my hands and focused on him, giving all my attention. He smiled lightly before answering.