Every time I look at (Y/N) I always know why I like her, I have known for the past month. I've had this feeling for the past month, to have someone so beautiful work beside me is a gift, a one I will always treasure even if she does not return the sentiment. But there is one thing that is holding me back my other life as Superman. Could I tell her? Would she accept me as who I am and who I pose to be?
Could (Y/N) stay with me even knowing that I could die at the hands of my enemies at any given time? There too many questions that need to be answered but all I can think is how wonderful my life would be if I could hold her against me and kiss her whenever I wanted.
I feel pain in my am as I was punched and I turn to the woman next to me. "Clark, your daydreaming again. Oh let me guess is it (Y/N) again, I bet it was." I rolled my eyes and smiled at my best friend Lois, "I don't daydream I was thinking." She makes a noise and answers back with "Sure you were boy scout" before leaving the office block and I was left alone with my thoughts once again.