She barely had time to chew her first bite when ‘The Face’ approached.
I love this. That’s better than the ‘Ken doll’. Oh, and what a face it is.
It was a line, and a bad one. A man didn’t stand slack-jawed and just forget about it. She would bet and win that he had filed her away in the mental file folder which men keep of interesting women they want to fantasize about later, but never truly intend to get to know. The fact that he was greeting her now meant that he wanted to do more than fantasize, and she would be darned if she was going to participate.
Oh, this is so Lois.
She thought about sticking her half-eaten pickle into his outstretched hand, just to get his goat, but she was really hungry and wasn’t sure if she wanted to forfeit the pickle. Besides, she hadn’t seen him wash his hands before he sat down, and there was no telling where he’d been.
Funny… But you don’t want to do that, Lois. Especially since
you want to be a reporter, too.
“Lois is beautiful… focused… striking… determined… and fascinating, and we’ve had lunch together for the last two days, but I’m still just beginning to get to know her,”
Well, Clark sure has a different idea than Lois does about lunch, doesn’t he?
By the way, is he Superman yet?
