Lois shrugged. "Decide what you want, consider all the ramifications, and, if it still seems good, go for it," she said nonchalantly.
Something she can use to determine Clark's worthiness as a potential mate
"No worries," Lois said casually. "I think I'm either going to have to stay anchored to the railing or hold your hand. Do you mind?"
Clark only just managed to contain his snort. *Mind*? He took her hand and helped her onto the ice.
Certainly never expected the ice-rink. And I hope Lois is going to be able to get her hand back
"You're welcome," Lois said. Then she burst into a grin. "See? I remember how to speak American."
"Can you still do an American accent?"
"Hi, there," Lois drawled. "Howdy. Welcome to Melborn. How're your folks?"
Clark laughed. "You still have it," he said.
"Yeah," Lois said. "I tried so hard to fit in here, and my accent set me apart so ... it had to go. But anything Australian annoys my mom, so whenever I see her, I'm an all-American girl again."
Don't know, but the whole accent-juggling sounds cute
"Sort of," Lois said. "I had no idea what you'd want, so all I could do was tell you what I wished someone had told me when I first arrived. Of course, it was possible that you didn't mind being different - perhaps you even liked it, but I tried to give you the choice to blend in if that made you more comfortable."
Good thing Lois learned to barrack way before highschool. Otherwise, proclaiming that she rooted for Hawthorn sure would have made her 'popular'. *SCNR*
They are probably falling all over themselves to get to you."
"It doesn't matter how many there are if I don't want them."
"So there have been a lot?" she questioned. "Hundreds of women?"
"Not hundreds, no," Clark said quickly. "Not even tens. Just a couple ... and no one like you."
At least as far as he knows. The other women just managed to not crash into walls, trees, lampposts, etc, until he was already around the corner.
Clark felt his mouth drop. "Excuse me?" he said.
"You're too good-looking."
Now there's a fault.
Clark shrugged and almost smiled. "One day, I'd had enough of being hunted, and I was extremely direct."
Let me guess...
"No, Mayson. Please. I... Can I take a rain check." - "What? No, no, it's just, this book I have to return right now..."
"That's the problem," she cut in. "I *do* love him ... but as a friend ... a brother even. I will always love him ... but
I was already engaged to Larry.
She hadn't agreed to go on a date with him. But she hadn't said 'no' when he'd asked her to think about it.
He had a chance.
*They* had a chance.
Hmm...
Michael
