Better and better has this series become!
She had struggled to find her next idea on how to find inner peace over her partner’s duplicity, and in the meantime, had tried to go on with life as it had been before she’d become the recipient of this unwanted knowledge. But after Clark’s lies had begun to feel like darts needling her suddenly thin skin, she had saddled him with Cat for the evening, and then been forced to watch the woman do her best impersonation of strangling ivy.
Nobody hangs around a good looking man better than Cat Grant!
That attempt had resulted in a spectacular blow-up in the newsroom, interrupted by someone calling for Superman yet again. After another heart-to-heart with Jimmy, which was happening way too frequently these days, she’d given in and decided that patience and ignorance, whether forced or real, weren’t her strong suits.
Definitely Season One James Olsen.
Cannot imagine Justin Whalin being that good of a sounding board.
She poorly masked a fake yawn with her hand.
“Don’t get me wrong, I could use it,” she said firmly before turning on her most piteous tone. “But after a week of doubling down on newsroom coffee to burn the midnight oil, it’s started to actually taste like midnight oil. I can’t do it again.” She stared into the middle distance dreamily. “I just want one really good cup of coffee.”
When she saw him check his watch, she knew she had him.
Next level sneaky!
Taking one of the thick, closed blossoms, she bit into it. It was light, and definitely tasted green in a way that most vegetables did, but there was something sweet or savory or both at play, too. It had an almost buttery, velvety texture that absolutely melted in her mouth. And it must have literally melted because the bright, creamy ricotta was suddenly bursting over her tongue. She could tell that there was some kind of herb mix in the cheese, too, but she couldn’t tell what it was, and frankly, she didn’t care, as long as there was more of this.
Yummy! Zucchini Blossoms. Did you eat this particular dish? It sounds like a bite of heaven.
She directed her attention to the grim little door in the dilapidated grey building in front of them. There were businesses on either side, but this door looked like it wasn’t meant for the public.
“What is this? A source?”
“The best cheeseburger in Metropolis,” he said proudly.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
“This place?” she asked skeptically. “It looks condemned!”
Back in the eighties when I worked on Wall Street there was a hole in the wall that looks like it should be closed immediately. Unfortunately, I only ate there once, but the burgers, fries and chocolate shake were the absolute best I have ever tasted before or since. Thanks for the culinary memory!
“Not too long after I moved to town, a couple of guys tried to hold the place up. Superman stopped it, and I saw the end of it. So I checked in to make sure the owner was okay. The thugs had kind of made a mess, so I helped him clean up a little. The owner turned out to be a really nice guy, and he offered me dinner in return for the favor. I haven’t found a better burger in Metropolis since.”
Awww! That's so sweet of Clark. A real gentleman!
For just a few minutes, without the albatross of Superman’s identity hanging around her neck, it was just the two of them again.
Loved the 'spicy' conversation between them!
Hmmm, methinks Clark knows what she's up to...
