The Dreams of the Pure-Hearted (Clark/Diana Drabbles) by Emily Feist
Part Seven: In The Afternoon...
In the afternoon, he surprised me with a picnic on the roof.
He can be such a romantic.
The food was delicious which meant he didn't make it himself.
I love him, but cooking was never his talent.
However, he is good at desserts.
He was wearing his glasses.
I still can't believe that disguise works.
Sometimes I think he is even cuter with them on.
He fed me some of his lasagena.
The sauce trickeld down my chin.
He laughed and said how messy I can be.
The next moment he licked the sauce off.
Lunch ended quite quickly after that.
