Hi Vicki! And now for the flipside…
Now that they were friends, she'd come to love seeing the ever-present smile that he kept in those twin chocolate orbs. Now that she'd allowed herself to lose the protective cloak of her professionalism around him, she was forever doing and saying things that would make that sparkle appear
Awwwww
Until Clark took his turn, the game was at a standstill. She frowned. He'd done that on purpose, hadn't he? Probably to make some subtle point about patience.
Bad Clark.
She could scarcely wait to watch Superman bowl.
Something to do with her wanting Superman to score?
She had to admit, she did steal food from him often enough. Far more than he did to her, at any rate.
Well, it’s *his* fault when he leaves the chocolate desert unattended.
Even if she taught him everything she knew about the bowling, she doubted he would ever manage to become a real threat to her own game.
[…]
Lois shrugged. "At least you gave me a challenge, this game." She couldn't help teasing him.
Funny how Lois and Clark view his accomplishments differently
Lois tried not to roll her eyes. For someone who claimed to be Superman's best friend, Clark often sounded jealous of - or outright bored with - the hero.
CLARK: Well, you’re not the one sitting through endless charity events, hoping a plane would suddenly fall from the sky.
Lois glanced at her watch, buying herself some time. Plans? What plans could he have? He wasn't working.
Blonde date?
At the doors to the building, she was nearly turned away, but she flashed her press pass at the security guards who were standing by for the protection of both the celebrity guests and the spectators alike.
Michael
