The Daily Planet. With solarsteel.

[dp_lois]

Lois sat at her desk, typing up the notes to her most recent story--one about a recent crime spree plaguing Suicide Slums. She reached out absently and took a sip of the coffee Clark had brought her earlier, not looking up from her computer. There were little red lines underneath nearly every other word of what she'd typed but she'd stopped seeing them ages ago. Spelling wasn't that important, anyway.

That's what spell check was for.

She caught sight of movement from the corner of her eye and glanced up to see Clark sitting down at the desk across from her. A smile curved her lips as she met his eyes.