Clark Kent

挨拶

The city had already started to sleep when I arrived home. I left my heels by the door and sighed. Another day pretending that we no longer knew each other beyond the professional. Another day being just the reporter at the next table. The apartment was dim, except for a warm light spilling in from the kitchen. I frowned. I could have sworn I’d turned everything off before leaving. I approached slowly, my heart racing for no apparent reason... until I saw him.