"Bruce Wayne speaking."
"Hi Bruce, it's Clark."
"Clark. How are you?"
"Good, thanks. I was wondering if you'd maybe like to go grab a coffee with me?"
"Coffee."
"Or lunch, I could do either. Or both. Tomorrow, maybe?"
"Tomorrow?"
Clark chuckled. "Yes, Bruce, is this a hard-"
The line suddenly went very quiet.
Bruce waited.
"Oh my God, I am an idiot."
"I won't comment on that."
"It was a one-night-stand, wasn't it?"
"I thought it was rather self-evident, yes."
"Oh my God, I am such an- I'm sorry to have bothered you on your private line."
"It was no bother."
"I only though-… Well, you know what I thought."
"Yes, it's quite understandable."
"No, no, not really… I-… I'm going to hang up now, Mr. Wayne."
"Okay. Take care, Clark."
"Yes. You too, Mr. Wayne."
A short, sharp beep signaled that Kent had ended the call.
