Hi Mary!
despite the years of diligent study and hard work, nothing in his resume had been quite good enough for Perry White.
He really should have taken that internship at the Gotham Gazette.
CLARK: I didn’t want to wear hotpants to work.
and that had come thanks to a gorgeous woman who’d turned out to be none other than award-winning journalist Lois Lane.
And she got the personality to match, too! She leaves it at home, in her closet, but still, she does have the personality to match.
Somehow, this was the beginning of his entire future.
Yes, here’s where he’ll make lifelong enemies, like Lex or Tempus.
“I thought you said working here would be a bad idea,” she said slowly, knocking her fists together and gesturing around her face.
Clark blinked in confusion. “What?”
Her eyes widened, and she lowered her hands. “Oh! Sorry, I, uh, thought you were someone else.”
/squints/ is this the story with Future Boy you mentioned on Discord? It’s early in the morning, things are still slow. Oh, wait, that’s the cougar story!
“I see.” She grinned. “Well, welcome to Metropolis…Clark. I have a hunch things are going to get very…exciting.” She swished away, leaving him feeling confused and somehow uneasy.
What I get for somehow having missed/skipped this one. Now I got all those spoilery fragments in my brain.
Lois soon appeared by his elbow, her eyes following his stare. “Watch out for the local wildlife,” she muttered.
. I’m surprised she didn’t offer you the ‘Grand Tour’.”
Okay, did you intentionally not use “Grant” here?
“Must be that ‘innocent small town’ thing you’ve got going on; maybe it’s contagious.”
Nah, it’s because she’s /points at previously mentioned spoilers/
It would certainly explain how she had immediately known he wasn’t from Metropolis…
Yes. Either that or the pointy ears gave him away.
His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he grinned and pulled her into a tight hug. In the following flurry of hand-motions, Cat barely caught the word for “Sale”.
“What?”
Her roommate paused, then grabbed a pen and notepad from the counter.
Ohhhhhhhhh… so, babbling sign language is hard to grasp?
“The store had some kind of secret sale going on! There weren’t any signs for it, but I got all this for under $100!!!”
Considering…
“sale”… yeah.
He waved proudly at the fifty-dollars-worth of groceries on the table.
“I saw…” How did that sign go, again?
Wavy hand motion, starting right and curving upwards.
“I saw your father today.”
Good thing he explained to her that seducing papa isn’t considered proper etiquette where he’s from. Also, this would have been quite the surprise.
though she recognized one from the first day they’d met: something like an H, a W, and a pocket-watch.
Oh my boy.
Very queenly start
Michael
