Her eyes widened and then she backed up with a nasty glare of frustration at the reporter. Bingo! Thanks for the confession, Min.
Safer than if she had saved herself.
Safer than with any man she had ever met.
Safer than with Superman.
At the doorway, she heard voices outside and the sounds of people clomping up the stairs.
Clark!
Is inner Clark jealous of outer Clark? Does he know he’s getting replaced?
“I should have the key here,” a man was saying and Lois could hear him jingling keys.
Ooooh! Ooooh!
The man with the keys was the same portly man she remembered seeing Clark with when she thought he had been meeting Superman. The. Same. Man. The landlord was real. He wasn’t a figment of her imagination.
It’s not M&J, but a very close second. And completely out of the blue. Very well done.
