Clark was late. Correction: Clark was very late. He'd overslept, and now he was late to meet Chloe at the Talon. He got dressed as quickly as he could, and was racing to the Talon within 30 seconds. Sometimes it was nice to have super powers.
Chloe was sitting at her usual table quietly. A plain manila folder sat closed in front of her, and her coffee was getting cold. Around her, the hubbub of the busy restaurant seemed very far off. People were talking loudly, and it was the middle of the morning rush. Waitresses were moving quickly, customers were getting agitated as they impatiently waited for their drinks, and music was playing in the background. The folder in front of her wasn't very thick, but it held very important news in it. News that her friend lied to her face, every day.
News that he'd lied to everyone.
Every. Single. Day.
Clark slowed down as he neared the restaurant. He smoothed down his windblown hair and straightened his shirt nervously. With Chloe, you could never really tell how she was going to react. One day, she might be perfectly okay with him being 30 minutes late: and the next, she would be out for his blood. He cleared his throat nervously, and stepped into the restaurant.
Chloe was at their usual table with her back turned to the door. He made his way over quickly, and pulled out a chair across from her.
"Hey, Chlo. Sorry, I overslept today." He said quickly. She looked mad about something…
"Hey there, Clark. Anything you want to tell me?" Chloe whispered sadly. Clark's eyes widened.
"What? Did I forget something? Please tell me I didn't have a deadline! I'm so sor-"
"Save it." She interrupted him. Clark shut his mouth abruptly and looked at her closely. Her eyes were red and it looked like she'd been crying.
"What's going on Chloe?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at him sadly.
"I found something yesterday. It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally did. After all, so many people told me, I just didn't want to believe them. They told me about a boy who saved them. About a boy who helped them when they needed it, and never asked for anything in return. All he wanted, was for them not to say anything. But, you see Clark, when you tell people not to say anything, eventually, they all start to talk. So I started to listen." Clark cut her off quickly.
"Look, Chloe, whatever you think this is abou-"
"How could you not tell me!? I was your best friend!" She said angrily.
"Was?" his heart sank. "What do you mean, was?" She opened the folder in front of her, and turned it to face him.
"The Wall of Weird has a new face, Clark. Yours."
Just an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. Tell me if you want more.