I love how you show the tension between them. They're just sizzling in wet clothing.
LOIS: Hey, how did my clothes dry so fast?
CLARK:
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It wasn't me.
LOIS:
I love the dynamic of her being a modern woman with knowledge of modern times and Clark's truly an old-fashioned dude. More old fashioned than ever before.
“When I was a farmer it was my job to know. I can see farther than most,” he said. “Normally I never would have put you in this position.”
For a moment, Lois was confused. Other than a wet dress, semi-transparent as it might be, what position had he put her in?
“A man and woman alone, without a chaperone,” he said, “It can lead to some….difficulty.”
Sounds like said man if having some difficulty with distractions.
Maybe it was the fact that she’d thought he wanted to kiss her and she was disappointed.
Oh, Lois! This is 1912. Just because he isn't, doesn't mean he doesn't want to. It just means he respects you.
“So he leaves this open and unlocked? Anyone could just come in here and steal or destroy anything they want!”
/cough/ Lois, this isn't modern day Metropolis! Or Metropolis at all. /cough/
“A man who would do this to a woman…he isn’t a man at all.” Clark’s voice was low and controlled, but she could hear suppressed anger in it.
“You aren’t going to tell me this is why women shouldn’t get involved in real reporting?”
“The Daily Planet is one of the best newspapers in the world,” Clark said. “If its editor trusted you to report on significant news, it must mean that you are better than good at what you do.”
Good answer, Clark.
Lois flushed again. Praise about her looks had never meant all that much; it was superficial and she had never understood why many men thought that would be impressive. Her looks were the result of good genes. She could highlight them with makeup and clothing, but at the end of the day looks weren’t an accomplishment.
She’d worked long and hard in her career, though, and she was proud of that fact. Even though things were slowly changing, she still had to work twice as hard to get half the credit.
Well said.
She wasn’t exactly sure what Nickelodeons were; in her mind she had vague images of men in bowler
hats staring into a metal machine at hula girls.
You accidentally have a paragraph break in the middle of this sentence.
So, is she going to tell him? I'm guessing she'll wait until right before the fire (or during), but I could be wrong. It's been known to happen... often enough. But the fun is in the guessing.
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I wonder if the thug from the future will show up in the past. His gun stayed in the future, right?
Right? How will the fire start? Oooooh. Lots of questions. Can't wait to read how you solve 'em all.
