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What Makes a Man by Stopquitdon't
Here's another great one:
Leaning up against the doorframe to her room was Clark. Her mouth
curved into a smile as she approached.
"When I take a date home, I walk her to the door," Clark
explained, his smile meeting hers.
"Really. And how did you know this was my room?"
"I heard the receptionist give you the room number."
"You did, did you? And I suppose you just..." She made a wavy
motion with her hand. "...onto the roof and then zipped down the
stairs. All for the purposes of making sure I got home okay?"
Clark blushed slightly, which Lois found absolutely adorable.
"Well, I did sort of hope I might get a goodnight kiss. Isn't
that standard at the end of a first date?"
"Depends," Lois said, her smile threatening to take over her
entire face, "on how good the date was."
"Oh, I see. So how did I rate? Was it good enough to warrant a
goodnight kiss?"
