Hi 90stvtanfirl!
And please remember the 90's was a fat phobic time.
Lois wiped the sweat from her forehead and tossed her towel aside. She took a long sip from her water bottle and made her way to her bedroom, flicking her stereo off as she passed it.
She’s learn about more…interesting workarounds in a few years. She won’t be happy that’s it’s “a few years” instead of just “one year”, though.
Her thoughts returned to earlier in the day, to the moment that prompted the intense desire to work out this evening.
Oh, did Clark show her some muscles?
Stupid Clark. And his stupid, unfunny, hick humor.
Oh, wait, did he put *real* cream in her coffee?
Lois studied herself in her full-length closet mirror.
“I look amazing!” she reminded herself.
She could ask Superman. He’s watching from across the street anyway.
“Hi,” he greeted her, his grin fading into a soft smile. His eyes swept over her body briefly before meeting hers again. “Been working out?”
Living dangerous, are we?
“I bought you something.” He thrust a brown paper bag toward her.
/hunts down scene/
Oh, *that* one. Not that I remember it. It does seem very…chunky. I wonder if they ran out of ideas or intentionally went for super awkward.
“And that even if you were larger…um…bigger…”
Oh, look, we can see China again…
He exhaled. “Is that you’re beautiful and brilliant, and I wouldn’t care if—“
Yeah, one he gets her pregnant, that is going to come back and haunt him big time.
“Just how long you can keep talking about how beautiful and brilliant I am.”
The End
Okay, that’s sweet and cute. Say, does this mean they’re gonna sit on her white, uncomfortable love seats while she’s still clad in her slightly perspired workout clothes?
Michael