Hi Mary!
That title does sound like Japanese caramel confection?
Traffic still hadn’t moved, and his partner’s breathing was starting to quicken as she drummed her fingers on the steering wheel.
Oh no, quickened breathing, that’s always a possible sign of someone being in labor. Let’s see how long we can stick with that theme.
The radio only half-obscured her mumbled expletives.
Definitely labor because Lois wouldn’t normally use those words in front of her mild mannered partner.
“Swedish.” Clark’s hand lingered on the dial, but when Lois’s restless drumming started to match the beat of the song, he let go and leaned back in his seat.
I have no idea if ABBA also sang in Swedish
Of course, for most people, knowing the answer to that question would require getting a copy of the lyrics and having it translated into English, a feat that might require an army of Jimmys.
JIMMY: Why do you want me to meet this Dr. Hamilton?
Lois sighed, leaning back on her headrest and staring at the ceiling of the car. “I should have known.”
She sat up straight and blinked at him. “Uh…you’re welcome?”
She did it to keep her boyfriend in town.
“It wasn’t really…I mean, I’m sure he’d do the same for either of us…”
Nah, he’d turn tail and run.
“For you, maybe.” Clark allowed himself a small grin at her.
Or that.
He really shouldn’t be encouraging her infatuation like this, he reminded himself. Still, the way she now squirmed and played with her hair was so utterly adorable. “You’re brilliant, Lois.”
. “Well, of course I am. Just…stick close to me, Kent, and soon you’ll be rescuing superheroes all on your own.”
The lively music ended, going straight into a commercial without ceremony. Lois leaned on her horn and shouted at the line of cars in front of them.
“I certainly will,” he promised.
-End-
They’re adorable!
Michael
