“So I heard from Jimmy that Kesha’s a fan of Superman.” Lois said idly as she watched Clark finish typing up his article.
“Really now?” Clark replied. “The impression I got from her was that she was grateful. And that doesn’t automatically mean she’s a fan of him.”
“Yes, because why else would a pop star like her read the Planet’s intellectual articles if she wasn’t going straight for the one about Superman?” Lois retorted.
Clark had no reply for that. His office phone rang and he picked it up. “Hello?”
“Mr. Kent, there’s a woman on the other line that wishes to speak with you. Shall I put her through?” The receptionist asked.
“Yes, please do.” Clark said and a moment later the line that the woman was on was transferred to him. “Hello?”
“Mr. Kent, this is Kesha.”
Feeling a little rattled by how the woman had almost seemed to I.D him, he spoke cautiously. “Yes Miss Sebert, what can I do for you?”
“I would like to meet with you later if that is acceptable, to ya know, go over ma article.” The woman replied.
Clark had almost thought that this wasn’t Kesha until she spoke in the familiar slang. He found it was kind of sad that he could only recognize the blonde’s voice when she spoke like that. “Uh, that’s fine, where can we meet?”
“I found this fab coffee shop yesterday and thought we could go there, it’s just across from the hotel I’m staying at.” Kesha replied.
“Alright, can you tell me what time and the café’s name?” Clark questioned and got a pen and paper ready. He wrote down the address and time before putting the pen down. “Got it and I’ll see you there at 3pm.”
“’Kay.” The line then promptly went dead.
“So who was that?” Lois questioned in a deceptively curiously tone.
Clark looked around once. “That was Miss Sebert; she wanted me to meet her to discuss my article.”
“So that’s what it’s being called now?” Lois asked with a sly smile.
Clark furrowed his brow as he felt genuine confusion. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Come one Smallville, this pop star wants to see you to discuss her interview?” Lois rolled her eyes. “It’s a date.” She clarified.
Clark actually felt like laughing, but instead he let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not at all what this is; maybe she really does just want to add something she forgot to say last night.”
“Yeah, like where her brain is.” Lois snarked.
The mild-mannered reporter felt a stirring of anger. “Lois, Miss Sebert’s songs may be…crude at times, but she is not stupid.”
“Smallville, everyone agrees that Kesha doesn’t seem to have a clue as to what Mick Jagger looks like.” Lois replied sardonically.
“Okay, aside from that Miss Sebert seems like an intelligent person beneath what people are used to expecting from her.” Clark said calmly.
“Well, you’ll find that out on your little date with her then, won’t you?” Lois asked smirking.
“For the last time, it’s not a date.”
‘I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a reporter who might actually be Superman.’ Kesha thought as she walked into the café wearing a pair of sunglasses, a white blouse and blue jeans, her hair brushed and fell in waves down her back. She couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought, though the sense of disappointment still lingered. ‘Oh well, even if he’s not Superman he’s still pretty cute.’
The blonde took her seat across from the man and he smiled. “Hello Miss Sebert, what was it you wanted to discuss about your article?”
Kesha put a hand to her chin. “Why don’t we order some coffee first, then we can talk about my article.”
Clark furrowed his brow and nodded. “Right, I’ll go order it; anything special?”
The blonde grinned. “No, just coffee.”
The dark-haired man nodded and walked over to the counter, 10 minutes later coming back before putting a regular cup of coffee in front of the woman. “Now Miss Sebert, what did you want to discuss?”
“Well, it’s just something that the lanky kid said about how surprised he was that I had a last name; well, why are you calling me it?” The woman questioned as people who saw her called her Kesha.
“Because Miss Sebert, it would be rude to call you by your first name like I know you when the truth of the matter is that I honestly don’t know you.” Clark answered earnestly.
“That’s…polite.” Kesha said in surprise.
Yes, even if this man wasn’t Superman, he was still a keeper.