Luck // Clark Kent

Good Talk

        "Good morning," Clark greeted, passing by with a cup of coffee in his hands.

        I shifted my eyes from the printer to him, "Good morning," I greeted back.

        My heart skipped a beat. I was falling for him. Slowly. If there was a way he could see that, it would probably look so embarrassing.

        I stared at him as he walks towards his table, opening a document and typing on his keyboard.

        I looked back down again, focusing on the machine's sound as it spits out printed papers, it was unofficial posters and edits that were given to me, another hour to spend on editing once more.

        I tapped my fingers in a random beat on the metal as I waited patiently, then someone slung their arm around my shoulders.

        "Hey, Jade."

        "Hey, Zach," I repeated. I checked him out, seeing that he has a tired look and a not so neatly combed hair. I raised an eyebrow, "Rough night?"

        He sighed, grabbing a handful of his hair, "Yeah."

        I smirked, that was rare of him, he usually likes to keep himself clean and tidy, "You know, you can tell me if you just got laid last night."

        His eyes widened, removing his arm and backed off, "Oh my, God, Jade. No!" he stared at me horrified, "I was cleaning my whole apartment!"

        I  shook my head, "Jesus, Zach. It was only a joke." I smiled then I glanced at the back of Clark, who was looking focused on his work.

        Zach shifted his eyes, following where I was looking at, he smirked, "What happened? Last time I checked, you guys just had a date a few days ago."

        I suddenly gazed at him and stopped tapping in a random rhythm, "Just because you weren't able to come doesn't make it a date." I muttered. I felt a small pain on my left shoulder, I rolled it trying to ease the aching muscle, "It was not a date." I repeated, louder this time.

        "Oh really?" He mocked. I hope it was. But one sentence was clear enough to know that it was not. 'But I have feelings for Lois Lane.'

        "Yes, really." My eyes shifted again towards Clark, he was only a few meters away, hoping that he didn't hear anything about what we were talking about.

        My associate walked around the machine and leaned on the printer that was still spouting out papers, "Then what's with the googly-eyed stare?" His eyes shone in amusement, then his eyes widened once again, "Do you really like him?"

        I stuttered, copying his look, "No!" my voice was loud enough. I looked back to Clark who turned to see what the commotion was all about for a second.

        I shifted my eyes back to Zach, "What made you say that?" I toned my voice down, I was not being obvious.

        "Come on, say it. I know you do," he wiggled his eyebrows but his messy hair covered it.

        Sometimes I think he was worse than a giggling woman. Or a child throwing a tantrum because their parents won't buy their favorite toy.

        "I like him as a friend." A typical answer when asked by someone who notices what's going on around their friend's feelings.

        "No, you don't, I've seen the way you look at him when the two of you introduced." He pushed himself off the printer.

        "Well, he is handsome," I confessed, shrugging my shoulders as if it was nothing. It was not the answer he was looking for but it was enough of what I meant.