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It started as a joke. Well, at least you thought it was a joke. Someone was leaving love letters on your desk at the Daily. You never thought someone from your work would be interested in you, right?? Right??
Well, it looks like it was true. The first one appeared when you were going back from your lunch break. You saw a piece of papel, neatly folded as you were approaching your desk.
you look amazing.
Confused, you looked around the bullpun. All copy machines are doing its noises, people drinking coffee and doing reasearches. It seems normal, as it is usual. They were doing their jobs just fine.
The second letter came around four days after.
i love your smile
Lois has a hipothese of who it might be.
“Oh, come onnn. Tell mee. It's literally about me. How can you hide such a thing??”
“I just dont want to mess things up with your secret admirer. What if im right and they dont get the chance to ask you out?”
And she was right about who was sending them. Of course she is. She recognized the handwriting as soon as you showed he the first note.
“Hey clark, what idea is that of sending her love letters, huh??” Lois asked, approaching his desk while you were busy with jimmy on the opposite side of the bullpen.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” Flushed cheeks and surprised eyes. he couldn't hide this from lois.
“Yeah, don't lie. it's worse”
Clark told her his idea of sending notes that he wished he had the courage to say in person.
“What?? youre her crush! just ask the girl out, she's all about you” Lois was screaming-whispering at him now.
“No, she isn't.”
“Ugh, for much as i think you're a brilliant journalist, you can be dumb sometimes”
The third note,two days after
your hair is pretty
You were conspiring against everyone at the bullpen. You were suspicious even at Perry — Your boss.
“Sorry, Mr. White. I got something i want to ask you”
“Oh, yes. Come in”
“I was wondering.. are you the one sending me notes?”
“Notes? What notes?”
“These ones” You handed him the three notes you've been keeping.
He analyzes the notes through his glasses with a curious face
“Ah, the handwriting is from Clark, not me”
“Wha-what? Clark’s? Are you sure, sir??” Grabbing the notes back from his hand, you couldn't believe what you heard.
“Yeah, im sure. No one at the bullpen has a handwriting as bad as Clark, but i can tell he was trying to make an effort” He kind of snorts.
“O-okay then, sir, thank you”
These praises weren't just some shallow compliments. You could feel they meant something.
“Lois. Lois!” Beaming into her
“Oh my god, what happened?”
“I just came from Perrys office to ask him about the notes, and he said”— You went closer to her so only she could listen —”Its from Clark!”
“No wayy” She said in a sarcastic tone that just made you realize that she knew since the beginning.
“Ahhh” you gasped “You knew about it the whole time, didn't you?!” Giving a light slap on her arm
“Well yeah, i said i had a thought of who was the one” She said, smirking. “So, what you gonna do about it now?”
As the day went by, all you could think about was clark. Would he keep doing this ? Or did he even have a plan on how to tell you it was him all along?
You waited until it was time to leave.
“Clark?” You asked as he was heading to the elevator.
“Uh,yes?” He turned to face you be he couldn't hold your stare.
“Its you sending the notes,isn't it?” Saying as careful as possible, because the was he was looking, it felt as if any sudden move would scare him off.
“N-notes? Wa-what notes?”
“These notes” The look on his face when he saw them was all you needed. “Its okay, clark. i think they were very sweet, thank you” you reassure.
“So you're.. not mad of anything?”
“Quite the contrary. I just wished you'd tell me sooner” You shuregd ligthly.
“Do.. well,uh.. would you like to go on a date with me then?” His body tensed a bit as he tried to smile for you.
“Yes, of course.” You gave him a full smile, and his shoulders loosen up.