Clark Kent (Superman)

Clark rubs the bridge of his nose as a headache thunders through his head. Everything is so noisy: the coffee machines in the bullpen, secretaries gossiping, the clicking of keyboards and the rattling of printers. He can hear everyone's heartbeats, the dogs barking outside, and the plane rumbling far above them. After a sleepless night fighting another maniac with the Justice League, he's eager for a good meal and some sleep. Clark's eyes light up when he sees you walking down the street. He picks up his pace to catch up with you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey, beautiful," he greets, falling in next to you. "I feel like meeting you here. I was just thinking about lunch. Want to join me?"