I know took me forever. I'm sorry. Now moving on…

Jena held her breath. Then she heard a click. She opened her eyes in realization.

Oh no.

As Clark released the door he had just opened Jena tried to play if off. "Thank you for the wonderful…interview Clark." She said tentatively.

"No, it was my pleasure. Really." He was looking at her with that darn smile again.

I hope he doesn't ask me do something dumb. Like let him inside. Then she realized what an idiotic thought that was. Of course, he wouldn't do that, he's too much of a gentleman. She had noticed this during lunch. She wished he would give out lessons to the rest of the world.

"It was nice meeting you Jena. Maybe we'll see each other around sometime." He said.

"I sure hope so." She smiled coyly. You're an idiot Jena.

He gave her a wink and wave and left when she entered the building. As Jena made her way up stairs, she felt her feet starting to lag. She made it to her floor and sat on the top step.

What is going on? I'm so confused. What started out as an interview ended up…datish. "Uhg." She grumbled to herself and finally went into her apartment. Jena had a double shift tonight so she had to go in early. She didn't care much or at all really. Jena was glad for the extra work. It paid the rent and kept her from thinking about Clark Kent. Killing two birds with one stone in her opinion.

Jena decided to take a nap before it started, mostly because she didn't know what else to do. Sara was at work, she had just eaten, and there was no TV. In that one moment, Jena had never felt as alone as she did now.

Jena found herself, once again, walking towards "Big Joe's" a few days later. Although this time, she was much more cautious of her surroundings. She walked into the diner and dropped her coat and purse in the closet with the other staffs'. She grabbed her apron and set to work.

Jena was just about to take her break when Clara walked in and said that the delivery boy had just broken his leg.

"Is he okay?" She asked, concerned.

"He'll be fine, Joe sent him to the hospital. Joe was wondering if you could finish his deliveries since you're on break." She said sheepishly.

"It's called a break for a reason." Jena told her, straight faced and a little angry. She only got two breaks for both shifts. She knew Joe wasn't going to make up for it either.

"I know, but there's only one delivery left to make. It'll be quick I promise." Clara pleaded. Jena knew she would end up doing it, so she might as well get it over with.

"Fine. Where do I have to take it?" Jena asked.

"The Daily Planet."

Jena had to admit she was a little nervous. Even though it was late, she wondered if he would be there. She entered elevator and looked down at the paper connected to the bag.

Jimmy Olsen. Hmm, sounds familiar. Then she recalled seeing his name under a few of the pictures in the paper. Jena then looked at that same newspaper in her other hand. She had grabbed it on the way here. She wanted to read the article about her. In it, were all the questions Clark had asked her. The only thing he really had added was some background information on the two men that had attacked her. However, Jena noticed that like in the interview, he didn't say a lot about Superman. In fact, all he mentioned about him was that he had caught the attackers before any real damage had been done.

Jena got off the elevator and looked around. It was mostly empty, but she couldn't stop herself from looking around, just in case he was there. Jena did not know why she was getting so work up; he probably didn't even work on this floor.

"Hey! It's finally here!" She heard a voice call. Jena looked over and saw a teenager approach her. He looked to be right on the edge of nineteen. Jena was usually good at guessing ages. As he walked up to her she explained the reason for it being late, and offered him a refund, which he refused, saying it "was all good."

He turned and yelled across the room behind him. "Hey C.K.! The food's here."

"I told you Jimmy, I wasn't hungry." A voice answered. I know that voice. Jena moved to look behind Jimmy and saw that it was, in fact, Clark Kent. She couldn't stop her mouth from gaping open like a fish. She goes her whole life without ever seeing Clark Kent and now he's everywhere.

"Jena?" He asked as her spotted her. "It is you! What are you doing here? Not that I mind." He grinned.

"Hi." Jena really couldn't think of anything else to say. She had spent the time walking here wondering if he would be here, not what she would do if he was.

"I didn't think you delivered." Clark joked. Jena told him about their regular delivery boy's fall.

"I thought you were the caring type when I met you. I'm glad to see I was right." He said to her. Jena guiltily thought back to earlier, when she had complained about doing a delivery while she was on break.

"So you work nights here at the Daily Planet?" Jena questioned, wanting to get the focus off her.

He laughed, "I find myself spending more time here than my own home. Right Jimmy?" Jena had been so focused on Clark she had forgotten about Jimmy. She felt horrible. When she turned to Jimmy to listen and noticed he was just staring back and forth between her and Clark. Clark nudged him and told him to put the food on a table then he turned back to Jena.

"Sorry, he's… anyway; I'm glad you came. I was actually going to call you." Clark told her.

Call her? Jena didn't think she could last through another interview without saying something stupid. Something about worshiping him and wanting to have his babies.

"Hey, you read the article." He said when he noticed the newspaper in her hand, "What did you think?"

"I liked it. I'm glad to see the stereotype about the press always changing everything you say is wrong." She laughed. Or tried to anyway. She always ended up making a fool out of herself around him. Probably because she was trying so hard not to.

"I only do that to people I don't like. And I definitely like you." Clark smiled his mouth-watering smile. Jena caught herself staring and quickly looked everywhere but at him. As she was looking around, she felt the strangest feeling that she had seen that smile before. She'd felt it also at the restaurant, but had brushed it off, thinking no one had a smile like Clark Kent. Now she wasn't so sure. If only she could place where she had seen it.

Clark suddenly looked a little nervous. "Ah, Jena since you're here. I was wondering if m-maybe, uh." Clark stuttered. Was Clark Kent rambling? He doesn't ramble. Does he? Jena was confused. What did he have to be anxious about? What was he trying to ask?

He stopped talking and looked straight into her eyes. "Jena, I know we've only just met, but you're so different."

"Thanks?" Jena questioned. She wasn't sure if it was a complement or not.

"Different is good."Clark hurried to reassure her. "Sorry. I'm no good at this. I've found that out through the years." He stopped and waited for her to speak.

"I guess I can live with different."

He smiled again and looked right at her. "Jena, would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Next chapter coming TOMORROW! Yay! Oh sorry for any mistakes, my beta has a life and can't get to it at the moment. Will be fixed soon. :)