Clark tried to stifle a yawn as he stood at his post on the ground floor of the Daily Planet building.
He's a security guard? At least he's working "at" the Daily Planet.
CLARK:
It's not the same.
The strong aroma of coffee made his mouth water, but he tamped down his desire to pour himself a cup. He couldn't afford the expense right now, not until his next paycheck came in.
Wow, that's some cheap (to their employees) stand. I'm surprised he's not allowed the dregs of coffee.
how delicious the pastries in the small glass case looked,
Usually at the end of the day, any remaining pastries in such coffee stands are thrown out, (or the employees are allowed to take home what wasn't used). Did they usually sell through them or was it that Clark worked the morning shift, so no leftovers?
CLARK:
My life sucks.
most importantly, when he would catch a glimpse of Lois Lane as she zipped through the lobby and into work for the day.
Wait a minute. I thought that his first glimpse of Lois was at the Stoke Club the night before. He *sees* her daily at the coffee stand? And she didn't recognize him as the same man she passes every day on the way to work? Maybe she does deserve to end up with Luthor after all.
He smelled the faint trace of her perfume. Cucumber, if he wasn't mistaken.
No, that was just the spa treatment Lucy insisted upon before heading out to the club so the dark circles under Lois's sleep deprived eyes wouldn't seem so baggy.
He'd spent most of the night tossing and turning in his bed, thoughts of Lois running through his mind.
CLARK: Yeah, Lois, thanks. Thanks a lot. Acknowledge my existance today?
He had to approach her. He had to talk to her. He had to try and find the courage to ask her out.
How had this man - and Clark could tell by the expensive business suit that it was a male - died? Had it been foul play? An accident?
Ah, George Thompson. Hmmmm. Strange that the Ombudsman would come to Metropolis when Superman hadn't made an appearance yet.
The man turned to face him, a frown on his face. "Yes?"
"My name is Clark Kent. I'm..."
HENDERSON: A suspect?
It was with the greatest of relief that Clark finally disembarked from the subway at the station directly in front of the Daily Planet. He sprinted up the stairs, back into the wan sunlight, and stopped. He took a moment to compose himself, then entered through the doors into the heat of the building. It felt like he was walking towards his destiny.
Once inside he realized it was Sunday and Perry White was at home spending the day with his family.
CLARK:
"Wait, you want me to partner up with him?" Lois asked in the same moment.
LOIS: But, Peeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyy. He's a coffee jerk.
PERRY: A coffee jerk who beat you to a story.
LOIS: <<glances at Clark>> There's no way I'm ever going to forgive you.
CLARK:
Lots of fun!
