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EDDIE MUNSON.

You were walking out of jail after half a year locked up for assaulting a cop. And you were shocked to see Clark Kent standing there with a sign waiting for you. It was almost enough to make you cry. Going up to him you wrapped yourself around his strong body. He gently wrapped himself around you, comforting you. He was always their for you and you weren't sure why. All you had done was defend yourself during a protest for abortion rights. But of course. They didn't see it that way. But ever since your arrest Clark had been there, visiting you, bringing you gifts of food and books for six months. And you hadn't known each other for that long. You had just started work at a cafe across the street from the daily planet when all of this went down.

During the first week of your new job, a job you needed. A spontaneous protest broke out about the abortion law that was just overturned. Everyone was either going to join or going to see what they were protesting. You ended up doing both. Even if it would lead to the termination of your position at the cafe.

In the end it was worth it because women's rights, women's heath rights were always something to fight for. It shouldn't be something to fight for everyone should have access to health care and have full autonomy. As Clark walked you down the the street towards, wherever he was taking you the only thing you could think about was that practically your whole relationship with this wonderful man has flourished while you were behind bars. It was a little embarrassing.

He was trying so hard to let you know that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Shit happens. And after all, you did meet at the cafe. You had served him his favorite decaf latte on your first day when he stopped in on his way to work. Clark had come in every day that week. Clark squeezed your hand twice when you stopped in front of the cafe. Taking you out of a thoughtful recap of the last six months.

"What are we doing here?" You giggled. "I don't think I'll be getting my job back," you sighed.

"This isn't about your job," Clark cocked his head to the side, a little confused. "We're going on a date."

Your eyebrows shot up in realization, "Oh. Oh." You nodded. A small smile creeping onto your lips. You were excited, you were surprised and happy. You were practically jumping out of your skin now. Clark saw your demeanor change to something infectious. He also became happier just by seeing you bounce into the cafe.

Entering the short line you weren't sure if you were going to be able to decide what to order. But you knew exactly what Clark was going to order. Stepping up to the counter you saw your old co-worker behind the cash register. "Nice to see you again," they rolled their eyes at you. Not even trying to hide the disdain they now have for you by not bothering to call you by your name.

Clark stepped up for you. Ordering for the both of you and paying. You were speechless. When you sat at a small table in the corner of the cafe he confessed that he did it because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, but he also thought it would be romantic to have your first date where you first met. You couldn't help but blush a bit at the sentiment. Even if you felt out of place here now the thought was what counts.

As you sat at the table people watching and nibbling at the cheese danish Clark picked out for you an overwhelming sense of not feeling good enough came over you. Like, why was this man being so kind to you when everyone else said that you were a menace?

What you just got out of jail for was your worst offense and it didn't hold weight because they attacked you first. But they were in uniform so of course self defense is thrown out the window. It seemed like every time you did something wrong cuffs were thrown around your wrists. Jaywalking- cuffed. Stealing food for a neighbor- cuffed. Caught at a scene that was just vandalized- cuffed. Defending yourself against a cop that hit you first- cuffed.

It took a while for you to realize that Clark had been trying to get your attention. You were that wrapped up in your own head. "What? Yes," you picked up the coffee Clark had ordered for you. Only to spit it back out. "That is not what I was expecting."

"I'm sorry," Clark apologized. His gaze shifting away from you, "I don't know what you like to drink."

"Oh it's not that," you laughed dryly. "They put salt in my coffee." You motioned towards the baristas.

Clark looked over at them angry. You hadn't known him long but he looked scary angry. He looked like he had half a mind to go over their. Just as he was about to get up and stomp over his ass over there you reached your hand out to him. Shaking your head your eyes pleaded to him not to make a scene. You had worked with these people before, no matter how briefly. You would like to handle this privately, classy.

Clark looked back over at you his anger turning to understanding. What you didn't know about him would turn out to be your greatest asset when it comes to dealing with goblins like that. You heard him exhale the negative thoughts he was having. Taking hold of the hand that was still on his, gently squeezing your hand a couple times to make sure that you knew he wasn't going to do anything rash- right now at least. A nice smile taking over his face, leaving beautiful lines in his cheeks.

The two of you decided to leave. You left behind your inedible drink and the remains of the cheese danish. You felt bad not finishing the food and drink that Clark paid for but he had also left his coffee and bran muffin behind. Something told you that he wass never coming to this cafe again no matter how close to the daily planet it was. Your former co-workers are a piece of work. They really rubbed salt in the wound.

Walking across the wide street towards the daily planet. The two of you continued to talk and get to know one another. Stopping at the revolving door expecting to part ways Clark asked you to come up with him.

"Why?" You were taken aback.

"I have a surprise for you," he smiled gently. But you never really liked when people gave you surprises. They usually turned out bad, black eye or twisted arm bad.

You stepped back. Suspicious of him for the first time since you met him. Clark cocked his head to the side unsure of what the reaction was for. "I-I don't like surprises," you were rubbing your arm and looking down at the ground. "They usually turn out bad."

Barely touching your shoulder with his fingertips Clark simply stated, "I think you'll like this one." Causing you to blush a little, so that you didn't want to look up at him.

Heading up to one of the tippy top floors of the Daily Planet with Clark you were nervous to find out what was waiting for you. What could he possibly have for you at the Daily Planet? You were so distracted by the high ceilings. That when Clark called out for you, you bumped into his strong chest.

Smiling down at you with a crooked smile Clark held out a small box with an envelope taped to the top. "Here."

You looked at the box, then to him. Your eyebrow quirking up and back down to the box. Opening it before saying anything wondering why he would give you-

"Clark," you put a hand over your mouth. " What did you do?" Tears started to pour from your eyes.

"I wanted to get you something nice. You. deserve it after what happened," his smile, his whole face lighted as he looked at you.