~Something~ A Chlark Drabble per Request
~Something~
A Chlark Drabble per Request
Clark Kent walked into Daily Planet and went to the desk of his girlfriend, Chloe Sullivan, who wrote for the Metropolis newspaper. He saw her typing away at her keyboard, looking intently at the monitor screen, her hand occasionally moving the mouse around, her forefinger click on it.
He watched her, standing just off to the side of her chair, smiling as she worked. She didn't notice him, so it seemed. A minute or two went by and she finally sat up, and spun around in her computer chair.
"Ready for lunch?" Clark grinned.
"With you? Of course." Chloe's eyes sparkled while she grabbed her purse. They wound around the desks in the newsroom. She walked in usual quick clip, matching Clark's long stride.
"What were you working on?" His hand reached out and he held open the door for her, and she zipped through the passage.
"Something," Chloe said, looking at him at the corners of her eyes. Clark opened his mouth to ask, but Chloe gave him another look. "It's lunch, and I don't want to spend it talking about something." She waved and a taxi pulled to the curb next to them. "Sorry for the attitude...but I'm hungry." She smiled, showing her pearly whites. She even wiggled her eyes. "Okay?"
"Okay." Clark lifted the door handle and followed Chloe into the taxi that took them to uptown for their lunch date.
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A Chlark Drabble per Request
Clark Kent walked into Daily Planet and went to the desk of his girlfriend, Chloe Sullivan, who wrote for the Metropolis newspaper. He saw her typing away at her keyboard, looking intently at the monitor screen, her hand occasionally moving the mouse around, her forefinger click on it.
He watched her, standing just off to the side of her chair, smiling as she worked. She didn't notice him, so it seemed. A minute or two went by and she finally sat up, and spun around in her computer chair.
"Ready for lunch?" Clark grinned.
"With you? Of course." Chloe's eyes sparkled while she grabbed her purse. They wound around the desks in the newsroom. She walked in usual quick clip, matching Clark's long stride.
"What were you working on?" His hand reached out and he held open the door for her, and she zipped through the passage.
"Something," Chloe said, looking at him at the corners of her eyes. Clark opened his mouth to ask, but Chloe gave him another look. "It's lunch, and I don't want to spend it talking about something." She waved and a taxi pulled to the curb next to them. "Sorry for the attitude...but I'm hungry." She smiled, showing her pearly whites. She even wiggled her eyes. "Okay?"
"Okay." Clark lifted the door handle and followed Chloe into the taxi that took them to uptown for their lunch date.
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