"I don’t think that will happen. But if it does, I think it would be a pretty good indication he’s not the one. At that point, you could concentrate of going on with your life and stop beating yourself up about it. There’s no reason to worry about something that hasn’t even happened, though. Go, Lois," Agnes urged, giving her a little shove toward the elevator. "Go see that young man of yours. Tell him you're sorry. Grovel if you need to. But don’t let love get away from you. I did once, and I’ve never forgiven myself for it."

Lois stopped. With a slight frown, she regarded the woman who had tears of regret sparkling in her eyes. Lost love was something she’d never heard Agnes talk about, and it surprised her to see the woman so emotional. She was usually such a rock.

"You tell that Clark ‘hello’ for me, you hear?"

The elevator doors slid shut, and Lois was alone. She adjusted the leather carry-on bag on her shoulder and then crossed her arms. Agnes’s words of encouragement filled her head. ‘I’ve always found it’s easier to stay mad at someone you don’t see. I bet he takes one look at you and all will be forgotten.’

Lois sighed. Only time would tell. And when she got to Metropolis, she could only hope that Agnes was right.

"Whatever’s happened can’t be that bad. There’s always a way to fix whatever’s gone wrong in our lives."