A/N: Wow, thanks for the outpouring of support from reviewers! Oh and thanks for accepting Cassandra so much I like her and I think she is good across from Clark. Anyway here is my next chapter. Oh and I should say that this takes place after Superman

Returns.

Chapter Two:

Clark stared at the bright screen of his computer. An article had never been harder to write. He couldn't stop from looking at the clock on his desk. The minute hand seemed to have stopped working.

'Maybe it has? What if it is past three? I can't be late!' Clark stood up and looked over his cubicle wall. He looked down at Jimmy Olsen.

"Jimmy! What's the time?" Jimmy looked at Clark then at his watch.

"Two thirty Mr. Kent, Why?" Jimmy stood up as well. Clark looked back at his clock; it was actually a few minutes fast. He slumped back into his seat.

"I am meeting someone at three." Jimmy crossed his arms on top of the cubicle divider.

"Oh? A girl?" Clark looked up at Jimmy who had on a sly grin.

"Uh…." Clark felt like his tie was tightening on it's own. Jimmy's grin grew.

"Well, Mr. Kent!"

"Mr. Kent what?" Clark and Jimmy looked up at Lois Lane standing beside them looking at them.

"Lois!" Clark stood up as if he had lost complete control of his own body.

"Mr. Kent what Jimmy?"

"Mr. Kent has a date!" Jimmy said still smiling like a loon.

"You do?" said Lois looking rather surprised.

"Well… uh not a date per say…just…." Clark sunk back into his chair.

"Well good for you Clark I can't wait to meet her some day. Can I borrow your white out?" She asked pointing to the white out pen.

"Sure," Clark handed her the white out and watched her walk off. It was hard to deal with Lois; he had given up on her years ago. She was only interested in Superman…and Richard of course… not Clark Kent.

"You better get going Mr. Kent, if you wanna make your date, I heard on the radio traffic was little busy."

"Thanks Jimmy." Clark stood up and picked up his coat and walked off, until at the elevator he realised he had forgotten his brief case and jogged back to get it.

"Good luck Mr. Kent."

"Thanks Jimmy," said Clark feeling his face grow hot, you would think it was a miracle he had a date from everyone's reaction. Well it was sort of true; he didn't have much of a social life.

As he walked out on to the street to the curb he hailed a cab. "Do you know this café?" He asked the driver. The driver took the piece of paper and looked at it for a few seconds.

"Yeah, course, have you there in a jiffy."

"Great thanks." Clark leaned back and looked out the window.

He knew the date… or whatever it was, was a forgone conclusion. He wouldn't actually be able to get truly close to Cassandra but it would be nice to have some human contact outside of Jimmy and Lois.

Actually Clark couldn't believe that a girl like Cassandra actually wanted to go out with him. When she had literally run into him he was about to turn back and go ask her, she beat him to the punch.

She was amazing. She had big brown eyes that were a very light hazel colour; they complemented her blonde hair that was in a messy bun. She was around 5'9"- 5"10 so he didn't completely tower over her like most girls. She was very pretty…it was hard to judge in the smock really.

The cab stopped outside a two-story building. "Here ya go sir, that will be twenty dollars and fifteen cents." Clark threw him a twenty and a five. "Thank you sir."

"Right, thanks," Clark got out the cab and looked at the building. He walking into the café and looked around. It was a nice place, bright, not like every other coffee shop that was bathed in darkness. He looked at the expansive counter that was covered in desserts.

"What can I get you sir?" Asked a man appearing from behind the counter.

"Oh uh nothing right now, I am meeting someone."

"Oh, CASS!" Clark jumped at the loud remark.

"Mmm," He turned at the female voice. Cassandra was standing behind him. "Oh Clark hi!" She said brightly.

It was his turn to be shocked into silence. He just stared at her. Without the smock she was positively gorgeous. She was wearing a white pleated skirt that had on small black spots. Her shirt was a pale pink; it was a halter-top that gathered around the bust. She was wearing black bobble earrings and her hair was in a ponytail, she was also wearing glasses that had thin black frames. She was smiling brightly at him but the smile faltered slightly at his expression. He realised his mouth was open.

He closed it quickly and swallowed, suddenly his mouth was very dry. "Oh hello," He managed, "Uh…."

She smiled brightly, "Call me Cassie, only my mother calls me Cassandra."

He nodded, "Right, Cassie."

"Wanna grab a seat?"

"Sure." They made their way through the coffee shop to a small table and two stuffed chairs. Cassie sat down and stared up at Clark who slowly sank into his chair. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Obviously uncomfortable under his unwavering stare she looked around the café.

"Oh uh you look amazing." Clark managed trying his best to get a hold of him self. She looked at him and smiled.

"Thanks, you don't look so bad your self." He shook his head and looked at the table, "Good day?" She asked.

He shrugged, "Nothing exciting."

She nodded and a silence fell between them that wasn't entirely comfortable.

Clark had to say something, "So have you always lived in the city?"

She looked at him and shook her head, "No, actually I have only been here a week."

"Oh, where are you from?"

"Little Rock, Arkansas," She nodded remembering her home, "It is a lot different in the city, are you from here originally."

"No," He said trying not to smile at the truth behind the answer.

"Oh, where do you come from?"

'The planet krypton.' "Smallville, it's up state." She stared at him. "What?"

"No way!"

"Uh yeah."

"My uncle lives there, Mr Jefferson."

"Oh yeah he owns a hardware store." She smiled and nodded.

"Small world." She said quietly.

"You have no idea," He said under his breath. She looked at him.

"Hmmm?"

"Oh nothing."

"Right." She smiled at him, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yeah I would."