Lois lived a very busy life of paper cuts, ink cartridges running out, chasing stories, and wanting to throw her nameplate at Smallville. She happened to be at home, a rare occasion in itself, with one of her stories in her lap as she tried her best to figure out the best route to getting the answers she wanted.
Knocking at the door pulled her out of her working zone, making her lose her train of thought (that was successfully guiding her to a really good angle of this story) and pushing her mood into aggravation territory. She glared at the door. "What now, Smallville?" she sighed. Clark Kent was one needy guy, from needing a necessary wardrobe makeover to someone who couldn't stand being alone from her. Perhaps the latter was a lie, but Lois liked to think of herself as irresistible.
Whens he reached the door, she pulled it open, ready to tell Smallville - or Chloe - off for interrupting her genius when she spotted a familiar face she kind of never thought she'd see again.
With an arched eyebrow, she looked him up and down, "And you couldn't just pick up the phone?"
i have missed these two like burning.
Knocking at the door pulled her out of her working zone, making her lose her train of thought (that was successfully guiding her to a really good angle of this story) and pushing her mood into aggravation territory. She glared at the door. "What now, Smallville?" she sighed. Clark Kent was one needy guy, from needing a necessary wardrobe makeover to someone who couldn't stand being alone from her. Perhaps the latter was a lie, but Lois liked to think of herself as irresistible.
Whens he reached the door, she pulled it open, ready to tell Smallville - or Chloe - off for interrupting her genius when she spotted a familiar face she kind of never thought she'd see again.
With an arched eyebrow, she looked him up and down, "And you couldn't just pick up the phone?"