Clark Kent Imagines

Wrong Car, Right Moment

I dragged my feet along the sidewalk, making my way over to my car. It had been a horrible day at work. I had been given a new assignment with a ridiculously short deadline, I didn't have time to eat lunch, and to top it all off, I spilt my coffee on my shirt, which I had to walk around in for the rest of the day. So to say I was in a bad mood was an understatement. I just wanted to get home and cuddle with my cat while watching Netflix. 

Unfortunately, you do not always get what you want. I walked up to my car and pressed the button on my key to unlock it. But when I went to try the door, I found that it was locked. I let out a groan and tried again. And again. And nothing. I was beginning to think I was going to have to break into my own car, when a man approached me.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" He asked politely, in contrast to his size and intimidating build. 

"Uhm, I guess? I can't seem to get into my car." I said, exasperated. I was really hoping this guy was a tech genius who could find a miraculous solution to my problem.

"Wait, you're joking, right?" He asked with a slight chuckle. He seemed to be amused, for some reason that I couldn't grasp.

"No. Why would I be joking?" I asked, the frustration evident in my voice. He raised his eyebrows and his smile became wider.

"Because this," he pointed towards the car, "Is MY car." 

I stared at him for a moment, gobsmacked. "What the hell do you mean? Your car? You must be mistaken, because this, sir, is MY car. You see, I always park in front of this café, because there are not many parking spots near my office. I always get a cup of coffee in the morning from this café. I'm sorry, but I do not see how I could have mistaken my car for yours." I ranted. I suppose I needed to let the pent up frustration and anger out, so I took it out on this man.

"Then riddle me this," he said, the same smile on his face. "How is it that my keys can open this car?" I looked at him, puzzled.

I narrowed my eyes, placing my hands on my hips. "Well, prove it then. Open your car." I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. 

He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and pressed the button. The car clicked open, much to my astonishment. "What– How– Huh?" I stuttered. I simply could not understand. How could this not be my car? Unless...

My cheeks started to flush in embarrassment. "I am so sorry sir! I really did think this was my car! I always park here, you see." I tried to apologize. "But now I have no idea where my car is..." I mumbled under my breath.

"It's fine. We all make mistakes." His smile was genuine. He moved to place a hand on my arm. "I can help you try to find your car, if you like." 

I looked up at him in surprise. "But I was so rude to you! I practically yelled at you for something you never did! Why would you help me?" 

"Because everyone has a bad day every once in a while. You shouldn't be held accountable because of that." 

"That's so sweet." I said. "I would appreciate some help right now. Hey - you work at the Daily Planet too, right?" I asked. I knew from the moment I saw him that his face seemed familiar.

"Yes, I got hired last month. Clark Kent, nice to meet you." I smiled at him and told him my name, reaching out to shake his hand. "I– Uh– Maybe when we've found your car, I could buy you some coffee?" He seemed a little flushed. 

I blushed at the offer. "I would love that, Clark." 

He smiled at me and suddenly, I realized my day may be taking a turn for the better.