Okay, so I'm coming back. Life's been stressful and I've been writing a lot.
Welcome back, Mouse!
He was a dead man. He said he'd be there at seven. It was now seven o'one. And he hadn't left his apartment yet.
Oh boy. A take on that date-ep from the end of Season 2?
Clark had to take a quick shower.
So, he’ll be there at seven o’two?
Number two... well, if he wanted to get comfortable with Lois, it wasn't in the way. Not that they had ever gone so far before, or anything had happened between the two of them where the suit might become visible, but better safe than sorry.
So, taking it off is like having that little foil package in his wallet?
He glanced at his watch one last time-- it was seven-thirteen now-- and mentally started preparing himself.
"Just a minute!" Lois' voice wafted out through the door of her apartment.
Oh? Running late, too?
The door swung open and Clark's smile dropped, his expression changing to one of confusion at the sight that met him.
She wearing ‘more-than-a-date-tonight’ wear?
She was practically in a state of undress,
Ooooh! And somebody should explain things to Clark there…
Then again, the idea of Lois having anything to do with cooking sounded more preposterous,
Michael
