Chloe Sullivan

This may possibly be Clark new favorite place ever that isn't the Kent kitchen, judging by the faintly content look settling across his face whenever a waiter walks by with plates of food. He orders whatever the special is, and iced tea, before leaning back in his chair and picking the conversation right back up.

"But that's kind of dumb. She doesn't even know me." Clearly there is some sort of double standard going on here.