Ooooh! There’s another one!
“Kiss me, quick!”
Clark barely registered the whispered words
So, undercover work?
LOIS: Did he just call me an under-the-covers worker?
He raised his hands to the strange woman’s shoulders in order to disentangle her from him,
Wait, what now?
she kept her face rear his,
While it sure is funnier this way…
“I won’t. Just show me how I can help.”
By kissing her, I believe.
Some time later…
DAILY PLANET HEADLINE: The Damsel Phenomenon — Are Men Really That Easy?
The roving eyes settled on a man in a grey business suit who was studying the flight information display
Government suit or mobster suit?
As she spoke, she looked rapidly back and forth between Clark’s eyes and the man at the display, who’d been staring at the same column of listings without moving a muscle the whole time they’d been talking.
Looking at the reflection of her?
Clark nodded his head very slightly to let her know he got her drift.
CLARK: She wants me to take her back to my hotel room and show me a good time.
He was about to ask her about her luggage when a familiar voice reminded him why he had been standing there in the arrival area to begin with. “Clark?!”
Uh-oh. Is it blonde? Strawberry blonde with a Kansan twang?
Clark and the woman both took a quick step back and turned toward the source of the voice. “Mom! Dad!”
Okay, so a tad older than I expected.
Turning to his astonished parents, he said, “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet—“
Lucy! Lucy Lane.
“Lois Lane. It’s such a pleasure to meet you both.”
So, Clark’s not a reporter, then, given how he’s not fainting right now?
Throwing another meaningful look at Clark, she added, “We’ll enjoy the chance to get to know you.”
I’m sure Clark will, too.
“’It’s me, sir,’” he quoted. “’The boyfriend is real. He met her at the airport. First name Clark. Yes, sir, I’ll be on the next shuttle back.’”
Sir? Boyfriend? While it could be anybody, I’m thinking Nigel, or at least a suited Lex goon.
Thank you! What can I do to repay you?”
Stay with him? Payment in kind is always an option after that kiss.
Her hand stopped moving and her eyes narrowed. “Clark Kent,” she echoed, recognition obviously dawning, “of the Washington Post?”
Ah… That’s why he didn’t faint at meeting his idol. She’s competition.
At his answering grin, she exclaimed, “You beat me out for a Kerth last year!”
Uh-oh.
So much for nookie.
“Well,” Lois said, “at least let me take the three of you to dinner and give you the whole story. Off the record, of course.”
‘for now’? This has potential!
Michael