Clark Kent had gotten enough teasing, growing up, just for being adopted; he wasn't sure he could survive becoming some kind of a freak.
Well, on the plus side, he could now burn those who give him a hazing.
There was a clearing. A woman was standing there, looking away from him. She was brunette, and except for the oversized jacket she wore, she didn't seem to be dressed for winter.
Huh.
The man and the woman shared a look. “Well, this is awkward,” the woman murmured.
Oh boy. Future LnC meet younger Clark.
“It's Valentine's day, isn't it? Shouldn't you be off somewhere with L—uh, with your girlfriend?”
The woman gave her companion a mildly annoyed look.
“Well, I—he's—at that age,” the man told her. “You already know how it was—is—at that age...”
Michael
