"Thanks, but I'm more of a football fan."

"Really? I used to be." Why had she stopped, anyway? Oh, right. Her ex-husband had hated the sport, probably because he was hopeless at it. Loser. "I haven't been to a game in years, though."

"Well," he said casually, looking down at his desk, "maybe sometime I'll give you tickets."

Then he nodded. "Okay. Give me a description; I'll do some asking around."

She couldn't help smiling, though she tried to keep it small. "He's six foot, Caucasian male with just a little bit of Asian mixed in. Mid-twenties, medium build." After all the phone calls of this afternoon, she had this down to a science. "Brown hair, brown eyes. Lois thinks he's gorgeous," she added in, to see if she could get a reaction. "And she's not far wrong."

Bill glanced up from where he was scribbling notes. "Careful," he said mildly. "You'll make me jealous."

As if. Though it would be kinda nice. "Ah, you're okay, too. He's a little too young for me, anyway; not that it matters, 'cause he's utterly hung up on Lois. They've been through a lot."

"He's six foot, Caucasian male with just a little bit of Asian mixed in. Mid-twenties, medium build. Brown hair, brown eyes. Lois thinks he's gorgeous."

Honestly, with all this WAFFy almost-romance you're giving us I could almost forget that poor Kal's out there in the hands of someone who wants to hand him over to Trask, that Lois is frantically looking for him and that the entire world is in jeopardy.

the police won't be any help either because they'll be looking for some little 165-lb (i.e. medium build) brown-haired guy instead of Kal, who has jet-black hair and weighs over 190 lbs.