"You could ask me about your most surprising talent.'"
More surprising than floating? "What is my most surprising talent?" he echoed, trying to prepare himself for another revelation that further stretched the boundaries of believability.
"You write poetry," Lois said.
And this could sure be an interesting twist, Lois & Clark, the author and the poet.
"It's your day, honey," he reminded her, keeping his tone casual in the hope that he didn't sound overly eager. "You can kiss me anytime you want to."
"I know," she said. "And I have plans."
Ooh, that sounds... ominous.
The diner had heated suddenly. His heart was pumping gallons of blood, trying to assuage the light-headedness that was threatening to lift him from the seat. "We need to get out of here," he said.
"Yes," she said. But her eyes didn't release him.
He had to get up. Or he risked something inside him exploding. And who knew what *that* would mean for someone with his extra abilities.
*blinks* No, Corrina's just talking about his apprehension.
She was indulging in replayed memories. Specifically, her file entitled 'Kisses with Clark'.
Michael
