"Superman?" she repeated slowly. Clark just sat there, patiently waiting for her to speak. "He…well. He did what he did and now look where we are, right?"

"Right. Of course, he caused destruction, awful destruction but…don't you think he could've been trying to do something else?" Clark asked casually.

"Like what?" Evelyn scoffed.

"Like saving us all from a bigger danger?" he tried.

"What, you're saying he's basically misunderstood?" Evelyn asked him in disbelief, her finger tracing more abrupt patterns with more corners than swirls at that point.

"I'm saying that people aren't thinking about what could've been the bigger problem," Clark worded carefully. Evelyn squinted her eyes at him, trying to figure out where all this was coming from. It all seemed so sudden and incredibly deep for no reason.

"Okay…even if there was a larger threat-" she began.

"There was – Zod," Clark reminded her. Evelyn stared at him, baffled on how he could possibly remember details like that. Then she remembered he was a reporter, some of the things were just in his nature to never forget. Whereas she was eager to forget it as soon as it happened, just because of the emotional attachment that came with it all.

"Right…that doesn't make a difference to the people that lost their loved ones to the destruction he caused to eliminate Zodge, whether he was the bigger threat or not. In fact it doesn't really matter to those people what the bigger threat was."

"Zod," Clark corrected her with a slight sigh. "So you actually believe he's a terrorist? Superman, I mean." Suddenly Evelyn saw a flash of the red lasers and shuddered, knowing it was all in her head.

"A t-terrorist?" she coughed. "Well. No. Zod would've been the terrorist, he was trying to inflict terror. I mean your guy…Superman…was trying to save us, according to you. I can go with that. But I'm not gonna call him something as little as clumsy. He did more than accidentally blast a few plant pots, ya know? If he comes on TV and addresses what he's done or whatever…maybe that would work in his favour. But I doubt he would do that anytime soon. He just doesn't seem to care about it, is what I guess I'm trying to say." Clark clenched his jaw and nodded, swiftly diverting his attention back to his menu. Evelyn went back to her own before thinking of something and looking up again. "Wait, why does it matter so much?" Clark cleared his throat and his eyes met hers again.

"I just hate seeing the good guys portrayed as the bad guys," was all he said quietly.

"How do you know he's a good guy?" Evelyn frowned.

"Just a hunch," Clark shrugged off the question casually.

"So you try and change peoples' minds about this guy, based on a hunch?" Evelyn guessed, bringing her hands to her hair so that she could fix it. She always found herself slightly intimidated under his gaze.

"Not everyone's mind. Changing your mind will be enough for me," he hummed, eyes darting back to his menu again just in time for Evelyn to blush.

…

"Thank you for tonight Clark," Evelyn smiled once he had walked her right outside her building.

"No, thank you for coming," Clark nodded, standing there awkwardly. "I'm…sorry the conversation got so heavy so quickly. I won't bring up Superman again. That was totally unnecessary of me." Evelyn laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. The fact that he cared so much about stressing her out that night actually meant something to her.

"No problem," she assured him. "It was interesting talking about it with someone that shares the opposite view to…well, 90% of the world right now." Evelyn turned around and put her key into the door.

"Wait, Evelyn," Clark suddenly interrupted her. Evelyn spun back around again and her heart skipped a beat as she realised how close Clark now was to her. "Did you…wanna do this again sometime? With me? Well, obviously with me, I didn't mean…uh…" he trailed off awkwardly, as if he was too scared of messing this up. Evelyn's eyes went wide and her mind raced a thousand thoughts per second. She told herself this wasn't going to happen, but it looked like it was going to. Like she said before, if the opportunity showed itself, she wouldn't exactly refuse. She couldn't. Now his personality was showing a little bit more as well and she did like him, let alone how amazingly attractive he was. Clark was just standing there, the longer she took to answer, the more he felt like he had ruined the whole thing already.

"I would love to," she finally agreed quietly. The way Clark's eyes lit up absolutely made her heart melt.

"Great! I'll uh…see you around?" he grinned. Evelyn giggled and opened her front door.

"Yeah, see you around."

…

Evelyn found that she was so much happier the next day. Her nerves will still all over the place, but her heart was pretty much full. Martha noticed her beaming face the next morning as she skipped into the café with a grin plastered on her face. "Wow, eventful night?" Martha guessed with a smile, although she already knew the answer.

"Your son is a very, very nice man," Evelyn informed her as she shoved on her apron.

"Oh but when I try and tell you that, I'm being intrusive," Martha rolled her eyes playfully. Evelyn stuck out her tongue and went straight to icing the cupcakes of the day. "So, what happened?"

"He took me to this really fancy restaurant," she began with a shy giggle as she focussed on the thick icing as it swirled on the cupcakes. "And we had a nice long conversation." Martha raised an eyebrow and flung her dishtowel across the counter.

"Conversation about what?" she asked curiously.

"Mainly about Superman," Evelyn bit her lip as she thought back to the night. "In fact there was a large portion of the discussion about Superman. But I didn't mind, it was actually interesting. My opinion on him hasn't changed though, as much as I think Clark wanted it to. I doubt it ever will." Martha's eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip as the café door opened once again. Evelyn glanced up and blushed as Clark walked in, taking off his jacket so that his muscles were bulging out of his tight white top.

"Oh, hello son! I forgot to say, Evelyn, Clark is going to be be helping us today," Martha smiled suddenly as Clark hung his jacket up on the coat rack.

"Oh…hi," Evelyn breathed at the sight of him again.

"Morning," Clark saluted her with a shy wink. "How are you?"

"I'm great, thank you," Evelyn nodded, going back to the cupcakes. "Don't you have work today?"

"This is work," Clark grinned as he walked behind the counter to join her. "I have to find out what I can from the people that visit here often and write it up for tonight."

"Find out about what? People's opinions on Superman?" Evelyn challenged him with a playful smirk. Martha quickly smothered the cough that was about to exit her mouth and decided to start noisily cleaning out the coffee machine.

"How did you know?" Clark chuckled, which made Martha's head snap back up in the shock of it all. She clearly wasn't expecting him to take that comment so lightly.

"I know you too well Clark Kent," Evelyn giggled, finishing the batch of cupcakes and starting on the next one. Martha caught Clark's eye and they both glanced away awkwardly before Evelyn could catch it properly.

They both knew that wasn't true – Evelyn didn't really know Clark…at all.

A/N: I started university again and found it difficult to continue writing, but now I'm back in the swing of things, the story is back! Thank you SO much for the follows and reviews, honestly it makes my day. – J x