October 25, 2015. Sunday. 12:35 pm.
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Clark had asked if we could get together again at the café we had met at, and I agreed. The date wasn't until next Sunday, the only night the both of us were free, but I was already antsy and trying to figure out what I was going to wear. I was now slumped against my couch, in an old t-shirt, socks and my hair was a mess.

I had finished my questions for the interview this Wednesday, and I was now scribbling haphazardly onto a page of my sketchbook.

My knees were pulled up, and my sketchbook was resting on my thighs as I ran the pencil back and forth. On the news today Superman had saved a little boy from drowning. The entire thing was recorded with a teenagers cell phone and Jimmy had called me saying Perry was going to jump down his throat on Monday. I had to reassure him that Perry wasn't going to hold it against him.

I had a strange need to draw Clark, and that's what I was doing, but in between the news and Jimmy, Clark had somehow turned into Superman, and I couldn't stop. How funny is that? I finished and set my pencil down staring at the sketch as I bit my lip. He did resemble Superman, but at the same time, he didn't. Something was off. I slid the sketchbook away and pulled myself up off the couch. I needed coffee. My tired brain was turning Clark into Superman.

Superman was on the news a lot lately not just by the media coverage of his rescues but because of the hearing and all the media attention it was getting. Every news outlet was covering it.

I couldn't help, but feel bad for him. He was only doing what he was meant to do, protect those who can't defend themselves, and the people were turning against him.

My Keurig whirred to life, and I set a mug on the counter with coffee grinds and sugar already inside. I was getting anxious about the date. Do I count the first one as our first date? If this was technically the second date, does that mean that he could kiss me?

And it's not a very romantic kiss on the cheek- not that I didn't enjoy that. I paced around my small quaint kitchen and drummed my knuckles against the wooden counter. The mug filled and I added sugar and creamer and stirred it in.

My TV lit up, and I watched as a frantic reporter appeared on the screen. As soon as I had attempted to make my way over to my TV- and by attempted I meant took at least two steps. A man in dark blue and red came crashing through my balcony doors. Glass shattered and sprayed across the room, my mug fell from my hands and the coffee splattered onto the floor, and I screamed ducking behind the counter. On my hands and knees, I shuffled towards the edge of the bar and, I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Superman?" I gasped.

He was getting to his feet and didn't seem to hear me, but he had fallen on my coffee table, and that was now flat and demolished. Damn it. Standing tall he was gigantic and looked powerful. He whisked his cape around as he turned to me. In his hands was my sketchbook and I watched wide-eyed as he smiled down at the sketch I was drawing earlier.

"Nice sketch," He said.

His voice was deep and masculine and had a hint of laughter. He was gorgeous, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face or the way his body looked in his suit. His smile seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place his small upturn of lips. I watched him walk over to me and hold out his hand. I took it and stood up, he was tall, and I felt so puny next to him. His fingers clasped around my hand, and he led me to the mess in the middle of my living room.

"I'm truly sorry about your coffee table. I'll send you a new one, promise. I'd love to help clean up, but I'm kind of in the middle of a battle," He told me letting go of my hand as he walked towards my ruined balcony doors, "At least I didn't crash through the wall. I'll pay for this too," He looked back at me and gave me a head nod and a small smile before walking onto the balcony.

I ran ahead wanting to see the spectacular sight of him flying off and a view it was to see. He lifted off with such ease and grace, his cape fluttered in the slight wind, and he turned his body towards me and brought his fingers above his eyebrow. He saluted me before taking off.

I ran to the railing and watched him fly away. In the distance, I could see a robot rampaging around the park downtown. Trees were being knocked over, and soon he had gotten the upper hand. A lot of mediocre "villains" made a fool of themselves designing weapons to attack Superman. They never ended up winning.

"Hey!" A voice called out, and I looked up to see a little girl a few balconies above.

"Hi," I responded glancing back up to the fight.

"Did Superman just come from your apartment?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said as I ran to grab my notebook and a pen. When I came back, the little girl was still starring up at my balcony.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

That got my attention, and I looked up, shocked that she would think that.

"Did you not see him crash in here?" I asked.

"Oh, no," She said sadly, and I heard her mother call to her, and she ran away.

Crazy kid. I scribbled down as many questions as I could without being overbearing- oh, what the hell? I'm going to cross out most of them anyways. I had gathered extra sheets from my closet. I had to hang them up over the broken doors. I hammered the fabric in with nails standing on a chair careful to not fall.

Picking up the glass was a whole other ordeal on its own, and that took forever and then I had to figure out what to do with the broken coffee table. I eventually lugged it into a corner next to my bookcase and cleaned up my broken coffee mug up and went to work on my new questions.

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October 25, Sunday. 6:01 pm.
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"Ma'am?"

I jumped up and spun around to see Superman standing in front of my purple sheets holding two new glass doors under his one arm and a lovely coffee table under the other. Hanging off his thumb was a blue coffee mug.

He was smiling as he walked towards me and I realized I had been scribbling and doodling for hours as I could see the sun was setting over Superman's broad shoulder. He placed the doors on the wall and put the coffee table down where my other one was just hours ago.

He put my new mug on the surface, and I could see that it was hand painted and looked like water crashing against the beach. I set aside my work and stood up holding out my hand. He quirked an eyebrow up but took my hand anyway.

"I'm Annie Westmore, it's nice to meet you finally," I smiled brightly.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Westmore," They weren't lying when they said his blue eyes twinkled like stars in the night.

"You can call me Annie," I responded, and he nodded taking his hand back.

"I hope so, I did crash into your apartment," He joked.

"Ah, that you did,"

"I'll get started on your doors right away," He hovered towards the sheets and tugged them out of the wall the nails falling into his hands, and he worked so fast and easily that I couldn't help, but stare. And then it was over. New doors, a new coffee table, and a mug as promised he placed a hand on the knob and turned to me.

"Your artwork is sublime," He complimented, and I smiled.

"You're only saying that because you saw that I had drawn you," I shied away from the compliment a blush creeping up my neck.

"I saw a sketch of a young girl walking in the park. I'm sure either one would look just as great," He teased, "Have a great rest of your night, Ms. Westmore, and hopefully I don't crash through your doors uninvited again,"

I had said the first thing that had come to mind, "I'm sure I wouldn't mind it at all." I clamped my mouth shut the second the words slipped out and he only tossed his head back in laughter. He was laughing at me. My awkwardness amused him.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that." He responded and was out the door flying away once again.

The air was chill with fall, and I shivered on the balcony as I watched him fly away until he was just a spec on my radar.

"Are you sure he isn't your boyfriend?" The little girl from earlier asked and I glanced up at her surprised that she was outside.

"Don't you have school or something?"

"It's Sunday,"

It was Sunday.

"You didn't deny it that time,"

"He's not my boyfriend!" I snapped stalking back into my apartment; I shut my new doors and locked them pulling my blinds closed.

Holy shit, Superman was flirting with me.

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