Meeting the Man of Steel

Ch. 6 Figuring it out

Charlie's POV
And then he's gone. Just like that. I offer dinner to him and he runs. I should've known.

Good news is I can take off my make up and put on pajamas now. I head to my bathroom while running my fingers through my hair. I pull my hair into a messy bun and begin washing my face. Why does it always feel so good to take off your make up and bra after working all day? I think it's my favorite feeling.

While tending to my night time routine, I can't stop thinking of him holding me. The way he caught me so quick before I could even register that I was falling.

Letting out a deep sigh, I fall back on to my couch. I didn't expect him to show up at my door step and now I cant stop thinking about him. I slump down further into the cushions somewhat disappointed. I'm not even hungry anymore. Checking my phone I see that it's only 6pm and I groan. I fluff the cushions and lean over to grab my laptop.

I decide to tire my eyes with doing research. Maybe working more will distract my thoughts. I keep thinking about his soft touch on my cheek. The thought makes me feel warm and nervous. My eyes go back to my laptop, as if sitting behind a computer screen all day wasn't enough. But who was superman? Where did he come from? I decide to look more into this stranger that keeps showing up in my life.

I find some puff piece articles here and there about the man in the sky. But nothing to help me understand who he is. Some people writing about how he's an alien from planet Krypton and that he isn't one of us. Did he only come here to take care of the human race? Why would he want to save us? Articles more recent question superman too. His power and his reason for being here has article after article searching for answers only to lead to distain.

This powerful man who comes here to protect the human race is ridiculed. I flip my laptop shut. I get angry at the thought of hatred and ignorance that comes from humanity. Just because we don't know what something is, we turn to hate it. And from what I've seen, Superman is the most gentle being.

I stand up and I head to bed. The cold hardwood floors send a shiver up my spine as I run across the long hall. I climb into my gigantic king size piece of heaven with the relief of finally being warm but the sheets are still cool and crisp from being empty all day. I'm still shivering as I lift the covers up when I hear a tap at the sliding door of my patio. At first frightened, I hesitate. Sitting up in bed I pull the blankets to my chin. Like a piece of fabric will keep me safe. But then I think, who else could get to a 3rd story patio that doesn't have any stairs?

The thought of him coming back gives me butterflies again. His warm touch fills my mind and I find myself wanting to feel his hand on my face again. The excited feeling goes away when I remember him leaving unexpectedly. Then again he showed up unexpectedly too. Does he think he can just appear when ever? I'm hardly decent and it's so late. Why does he do this? Does he do this to everyone he saves?

Frustrated, I bound to the sliding door and let him in. He can see my mood as set my arms across my chest. "I know it's late," he starts holding up a hand to me as if he's ready to settle an argument, "but I had to come back. I didn't want to leave but I. Well, I had things to take care of." He rubs the back of his neck again while stumbling over his explanation. His eyes look up to mine as he takes a step forward and I take a step back.

"I'm not sure who you think you are but I don't appreciate you showing up when ever you want. I don't even know you. You probably do this for ever woman you save, Kal-El," I say pointing a finger to his face. His eyes widen as he realizes my discovery. Yes, I did my research and he should know that. I am a great reporter for crying out loud. It's not like he's told me anything about himself anyway. So I just took matters into my own hands.