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Clark. Your funny, dedicated, and mostly awkward coworker. He was asking you all kinds of questions. Personal questions, to be exact.
Questions like: 'Where did you grow up?' 'What's your favorite color?' 'Do you have a favorite flower?'.
You simply just answer them. There is no harm in knowing these things. You just were confused. He was professional most times, but lately, he's been more into you.
Like he needed to know it. He wasn't creepy at all. He just walked towards your desk, asked it, and then went back to his work.
You, for a moment, thought that he had a crush on you, but he never acted on in. Never made a move. Never double looked at you, nor stared. He was just asking things, like he had a checklist of things he wanted to know about you.
One day before work. You were walking down to your usal coffee shop. Stepping out with your coffee drink in hands, a shadow hits your face.
Looking up, you could see a man flying in a blue suit and a red cape. You only knew one man who could do that.
Taken aback, you whispered his name "superman".
He was slowly flowing down to step in front of you. Flowers in hand. A sweet smile on his face.
Everyone around was watching you both. Phones recording every angle.
"These are for you" he said, handing you the flowers.
"What? Peonies? Wha— How did you— What?"
He chuckles, a soft noice.
"I also have my sources of information" he flew away before you could say anything else.
Peonies, your favorites. There was only one person who could have told the Superman this kind of thing.
"CLARK!" You shout as soon as you entered the Daily's bullpen. Surprisingly, he was already at his desk.
"The questions you were making"— you pointed at him, standing in front of his desk — "were you telling them to Superman?". You tipped the flowers towards him.
"Um. Heh. Actually, he was the one who wanted to know".
"What?".
"I.. I think he likes you" he said nervously
"What?!"