Superman was soaring through the skies, not a care in the world at the moment.

It was soon time to begin work at the Daily Planet. He zoomed home and quickly got changed into a dress shirt and some black slacks. He then left his apartment and made his way towards the Daily Planet.

He entered the building and used the lift to get up to his designated work space. He sat down at his desk and started working on a new case he had been investigating in.

He started typing away at the computer, beginning his new article. He then came across a writers block and couldn't figure out he word he wanted to use.

He slumped back in his spinning chair and stared at the computer screen, trying to figure out the word.

He then grabbed a pen and started doodling in his notebook, waiting for the word to make its way to his mind. But whilst he was doodling, he started writing your name in fancy writing all over the page. His mind wasn't exactly with him at the moment and he looked like he was daydreaming.

"Hey, Clark? You right there?" A familiar voice asked him as the man waved a hand in front of his face. Clark looked up at him. "Jimmy! Yeh fine, just, ahh. . . " he stuttered whilst hiding the paper casually under his arm.

Jimmy was a young photojournalist who also worked for the DailyPlanet and was close friends with Clark.

"Daydreaming about a certain someone huh?" He teased as he slid the paper away from Clark and held his finger at your name.

"Who's (y/n)?" He asked. Clark got nervous and rubbed a hand behind his neck. "A. . . new. . . model. . . Wh-who has just started in the modelling business. I'm writing a story about her." He spluttered as the first excuse came into his mind.

Jimmy smirked and looked at the computer screen. "Right. 'Cause modelling and Lex's new interest in running for Metropolis' new leader have so much in common." He replied, knowing that Clark was lying. Clark smiled nervously. He laughed and waved goodbye and walked around to his cuticle, in front of Clarks, to do his own work.

Clark stared back at the paper where he'd written your name all over. Only then did he realise.

"I have feelings towards (y/n)."

"Told ya!" Jimmy yelled from the cuticle in front of Clarks.