“Kent, you’re been spending too much time with that partner of yours
Clark:She is only my partner, we don't spend enough time together.
Clark glanced over at Lois’s desk and wondered why she hadn’t yet returned.
She's waiting for you in the supply closet you lunkhead.
Without word, she unplugged Clark’s electronic pencil sharpener and took it to her desk.
I think that should be "Without a word", or "without saying a word". You need another word there.
Ooops. He smiled sheepishly at her, but that only seemed to make her eyes narrow further in annoyance. She was right. Secretly meeting in the supply closet had been his idea.
Then why did he not follow up on it?
Her phone rang. “Lois Lane!” she grumbled into the phone.
Can't Clark hear the other end of the line, so if it is his perspective shouldn't we hear both sides of the conversation.
“Oh, Lex! I’m sorry… No, no. I’m fine. I was merely in a heated discussion with an associate.” Her tone turned soft and pleasant, making the hairs on Clark’s neck stand on end.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, he is going to overreact.
“Dinner?” Lois glanced over her shoulder at Clark, clearly seeing his gaze was fixed on her and her telephone conversation. “That sounds nice. I could use a night away from the office. Thank you.”
Is she trying to make Clark feel horrible?
Clark realized that she had been seeing Luthor, since her and Clark’s faux break-up, just as Cat had implied.
She should have been more upfront about this.
“What was that about, Kent? Are you eavesdropping on my private conversation? I didn’t interrupt your phone conversation with your source.”
Clark:I don't have romantic dinner dates with my sources.
Lois shrugged. “He may. You know sources, Clark, you’ve got to keep them happy or they may dry up.”
Clark:And what exactly do you do to keep Luthor happy?
The words tumbled out of his mouth before they could stop them.
Even though Clark has some level of split personallity, talking about himself in the third person, I think you meant "he could stop them".
She smiled radiantly up at him as if she had won.
At least she is smiling.
Had her acceptance to dinner with Luthor merely been a ploy to pay Clark back for letting her stew in the supply closet for fifteen minutes?
I don;t think she is that petty.
This is better than I would have expected things to go.
“Don’t worry, Lois. I won’t be stealing your pencils any longer,” he grumbled, walking towards the stairwell. “Apparently, the joke wasn’t as funny as I thought it had been.”
Clark might be younger and had morals, but Luthor had money, power, influence, and connections. Wasn’t that what Cat had told him that every woman wanted?
See, I knew being friends with Cat was a bad idea.
Clark nodded. “Only, it’s more than I can have.”
Lois:But Lex does not get any of this
or this
