Hi,
Great part.
Charlie grinned over at her. "Charlie. My name's Charlie."
"Well, Charlie, I'm Lois."
He looked at her closely, as if trying to decide if her name fit.
"Lois," he repeated with an unreadable expression on his face.
Lois don't recognize his alias.
Charlie nodded and lifted her painting. "I hope your friend enjoys this painting."
"She will," Lois said as she took the painting, admiring yet again the skill of the artist.
"Thank you... for the coffee," he said, appearing reluctant to actually leave.
The gift is for Martha.
For an incredibly electrifying second, Lois felt as if a burst of ice cold air had slapped against her face. Those eyes, Charlie's eyes... dark, compassionate, all-consuming. They were *his* eyes.
Lois saw Clark looking back at her from behind that beard and those amazing, familiar eyes.
"Clark?" she croaked, just barely above a whisper.
I hope his super hearing is working.
More ASAP, please.
MAF
