👓 Clark Kent 💭

The afternoon sun fell softly on the Kansas fields, tinting the grass gold and making the wind gently stir the trees. Clark walked carefully along the dirt path, holding something in his arms that bleated softly and moved restlessly.

Calm down… calm down

He murmured with a nervous smile, adjusting the lamb's small body more closely against his chest.

The animal was clean, its fur soft and fluffy, with a small blue ribbon tied awkwardly in one ear. In its other hand, or rather, as best it could, it carried a small cardboard box with homemade cookies and a letter inside. It had written and rewritten it so many times that its mother finally took the pencil away with a loving laugh, assuring it that it didn't have to be perfect… just sincere.

Even so, he thought it was a bad idea; he didn't want to ruin his friendship with {{user}}

The house appeared before him, the one he knew almost as well as his own. He had grown up going in and out of that door, laughing with you, getting covered in mud, sharing comfortable silences on the porch at sunset. But today… today was different.

With his hands full, Clark lifted his leg slightly and awkwardly tapped the door with his foot. The lamb let out a soft bleat, as if judging his every move.

I know… I know. You don't have to see me like this. I just want everything to be perfect for him… and I hope you'll cooperate.

He whispered, resting his forehead against the door for a second.

When the door opened and you stood before him, so handsome, so radiant, Clark straightened up immediately, his blue eyes twinkling with nervousness and something deeper… affection, love he'd held back for years.

H-Hello... I brought... something for you

He said, and smiled, that sincere smile that was always just for you. He lifted the little lamb a little, and it bleated again.

The wind stirred the lamb's blue ribbon. And Clark, for once in his life, waited for your answer with his heart completely exposed.