My notebook and the picture are wrapped snugly in my arms as dreams of a Pulitzer start dancing in my head.
Sounds like she's going to lose them.
I head to the door, lost in my thoughts, when I bump into what feels like a solid wall.
Lois, meet Clark.
I see him glance at my photo and then his eyes quickly meet mine. There’s a brief moment where I swear he looked worried at what he saw, but just as quickly it was gone.
Is he going to disappear them? Or just stick to Lois like superglue?
“No, not really. I’m only here in Paris, passing through, really. I am a freelancer and have been traveling across Europe.”
I almost breathe a sigh of relief. A travel writer. That’s pretty harmless.
Interesting. Clark didn't lie. Or even fudge. Lois simply dismisses him.
The negatives are gone as well, which tells me that the photo wasn’t just lost, it was stolen!
Oh boy. He did. /buckles in for serious fun./
Looking forward to (the longer) part 3. This delayed reading sure has merit
Michael