Dinner with solarsentinel

[chloesullivan]

So maybe Chloe was about fifteen minutes early as she made her way downstairs to meet up with Clark, of course there was no particular reason for that, and of course Clark wouldn't believe her when she told him that, but she didn't really care.

She made her way over to his desk, walking up behind him even if she was pretty sure he knew she was coming.

"Ready to go?"

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[boy-scout.livejournal.com]

She's right. He won't believe her, if only because he has nine years of friendship, almost ten, to draw on in that regard. He holds up a hand, waving it absently in her direction, and then finishes addressing an email to the editor in charge of his section, before sending off what appears to be a row of future pet adoptions.

Only when that's done does he turn around, still in work slacks and a blue dress shirt, and eye her. "Aren't you early?"

[boy-scout.livejournal.com]

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying sometimes." That expression, the big, amused smile? So not fair. It's one of those ingrained things about being bffs - whenever Chloe beams at him, he tends to beam back, provided they aren't made at each other. It's the patented Kent smile he automatically directs at the strange brunette.

And then looks both confused and worried when she seemingly loses her balance, stepping forward to help steady the poor woman. "You okay?"

[boy-scout.livejournal.com]

She gets a small smile for that. "We both know it's slightly different for me." And now, onto the important stuff.

"You've been busy lately, doing a lot of other stuff, and I just want to make sure you're alright and not avoiding me because there isn't another situation where you're in over your head."

Yes, he's serious.