“Lois?”
She made a noise that sounded like an “Eeeppp” and made a swift shake no with her head.
*GGG*
“Actually, gentlemen, Clark and I were just on our way to find you. Do you think we could go somewhere private to discuss this over lunch?”
Is she going to tell them?
“Let’s go to my penthouse. We can order up something,” Mr. Olsen suggested, leading the way.
/cocks eyebrow
When they arrived to Mr. Olsen’s apartment, which was the entire top floor of Lois Lane’s former apartment building, Clark was still in the dark on her plan.
Huh...
“Quite forward of you, Ms. Lane. I have what I need. I tried the party lifestyle at first. It didn’t suit me.”
Did the kevlar vest, cowl, and cape not fit?
“You still like pastrami, don’t you, Lois?”
Clark watched as the thought of pastrami turned Lois’s weak stomach.
Those letters are a really nice touch! And a clever stylistic element
Michael
