CHAPTER 70: Who Needs Glasses? I Do, Apparently... (Fandom: Superman)
Today was hectic to say the least.
First, a new batch of Superman toys came in and everyone wanted one. Second, a parade was happening just down the road so even more people were walking by and coming in. Third, Leah was the only one working the register today.
But the day was done, and now the exhausted employee has collapsed into a puddle on his couch.
When he got the job in the Metropolis Room, aka the home of Superman, he was ecstatic. Leah's favorite superhero, right next door.
Yet working there almost a year now and he hasn't seen Superman once.
With an exhausted burble, Leah formed a hand and cradled his Superman action figure.
"Where are you? I want to meet you…" he said.
He thought back to the exhausting day he just had, tired thoughts wandering across all the faces he saw during his shift. He kept coming back around to one in particular, but couldn't figure out why.
He eventually sat up, solidifying as he went, and stumbled into the kitchen. One sloppily thrown together sandwich, seasoned with real sand, and he was slumped at his table chewing through his food and his thoughts.
He looked at the Superman action figure he left on the counter and his consumption of the sandwich slowed. Reaching over, he picked up the figure and, with some delicate shapeshifting, gave it a pair of glasses.
A familiar pair of glasses.
Of course Clark Kent would be reporting on the parade, of course he'd need a bottle of water.
Leah slumped into his sandwich. He finally met Superman, and couldn't say more than a few words to him.
Although, now that he thinks about it, he couldn't have even reacted if he knew. Secret identity is a thing after all.
He sat back up and continued eating his sandwich, chuckling to himself.
The glasses worked after all.