Hi Happy! Great to see you’re back!
It began with the alarm clock—the one that Lois opened bleary eyes to find blinking at her: 12:00, 12:00, 12:00.
Oops? But hey, at least it’s not 12:01
She was due to meet him in—she glanced at her watch—twenty-five minutes!
I’m liking the fast pace!
She managed the feat without tripping down the stairs, but not without smearing her hands, legs, and skirt with wet tree debris.
Oh boy. If she isn’t careful, she’ll soon end up looking like she did that one time she took her spa day at the MSRF.
where she had to pick up a dozen bagels and an order of blintzes
[…]
Bobby took the bag and looked into it. “Two, four, eight…” he muttered. Then he gave Lois a sharp look. “There are twelve bagels in here. Saul’s sells them by the baker’s dozen.” He held out his hand in a “fork it over” gesture.
her coffee had been cold every time she’d reached for it, and, she thought miserably, she really, really missed Clark.
No wonder she’s missing Clark!
She looked up to see a huge, ugly wasp hovering six inches above her soda can, then landing on the lip of its opening.
It was the last straw.
Just then his hearing kicked in, tuned to a familiar voice. “That’s it! You are dead meat, buster! Just because I left the window cracked does not give you the right to invade my home. You picked the wrong place and the wrong girl, and definitely the wrong day, and now you’re going to get it!”
Nicely done!
Not waiting to x-ray her apartment, Clark changed direction and rocketed to Lois’s rescue.
*Her* rescue?
CLARK: Killing an intruder in your home is still a felony in Metropolis!
He crossed to the table, cupped the offending insect in his hands, and released it out the window, closing the window-latch behind it.
He turned back to Lois. “The villain is vanquished, my lady,” he said with a smile and a courtly bow.
CLAKR:
Superman doesn’t kill!
Trying not to get her hopes up, Lois forced herself to walk calmly to the door and look through the peep-hole. He did! He had!
Looks like it’s a good day, after all!
“Oh, honey! I’m sorry!” He picked up her hand and kissed the stung spot. “Better?” he asked.
Swiftly, he came to stand in front of her and gathered her to him. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed. “It was just a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.” One hand came up to stroke her hair. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Clark!” she breathed. “I love you so much! It was such a rotten day, and by the end of it, all I wanted was you.”
Oh my. Had he known that sooner…
“Well, here I am, and I always will be, for as long as you want me.”
“That could be a very long time,” she warned him.
At least until he scoops her.
LOIS: See? Very long time
SUPERMAN:
Cute one! Lots of happy feelings!
Michael