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Kesha picked up her phone as it rang and hit the call button. “Yo?”
“Miss Sebert, this is Clark Kent.” The masculine voice on the other line said.
Kesha felt a Cheshire cat grin cross her lips. “Oh really?” she asked coyly.
There was a pause on the other end for a moment. “Yes, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight.”
Kesha’s grin faded at the formal tone, even if this was a victorious moment. “I would like that, but I have a concert tonight.”
“I see, how about tomorrow night then?” Clark asked.
The grin returned. “Sounds great, you can pick me up outside my hotel.”
“Sure.” The call then ended and Kesha hit the end button.
The blond stared off into space as she thought about going on an ‘official’ date with Clark-she stopped her thought at that. She felt surprised at
herself for thinking about going out with a reporter than the man’s (supposed) alter ego.
Her feelings were a complicated thing, and like most people, she was confused by them.
It also made her start to wonder whether her attraction to Superman had given way to his out of costume self.
She buried her head in her pillow before letting out a sigh and getting up to go get ready for her concert. She’d think about this at a later time.
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Clark got off the phone and put it back on the receiver. From the tone of the woman’s voice, it seemed that Miss Sebert was genuinely looking forward to their date, but that could just be wishful thinking on his part. While he didn’t approve of the fact Lois said he’d only have a chance with the pop star was because she’d taken an interest in him and should use it to his advantage, he knew that it was the only way to see if it was him she wanted or just Superman.
He’d already gone through that with Lois, knowing she’d only like his alter ego and not give him the time of day, other than to impart some cynical words of wisdom. But, if Kesha was willing to give him a chance, then he was willing to do the same.
His phone rang again and he answered it. “Clark Kent speaking.”
“Hey, CK, it’s Jimmy.” The photographer said from the other line. “Perry said that since you seemed to be having such luck with Kesha, that he wants another article for this evening’s concert.”
Clark blinked at the coincidence. It seemed that they were going to see each other tonight after all. “Uh, sure, I’ll cover it.”
“Great, later CK.” The line then went dead.
Clark put the phone back on the receiver and sank into his couch and pondered over what were the odds. He shook his head as he went to change into another suit, wanting to make another good impression. It was better to try and get her to see himself rather than the alter ego.
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Kesha came back stage, her forehead sweating and accepted the towel she was offered and wiped her brow, and saw the sharply dressed dark-haired man with the press badge on his shirt holding out a bottle of water to her. “What are you doing here?” she asked but took the bottle.
“I got assigned to do another article on your concert, but,” The man smiled charmingly at her, “it is nice to see you again Miss Sebert.”
Kesha blinked before smiling back at him. He looked really nice. “Same to you, as we get to see each other tonight anyhow.”
Clark nodded at this. “Yes, but, I hope we’re still on for tomorrow.”
Kesha’s smile widened. “Of course.” She said before taking a final gulp and handed the bottle and towel to a stage hand and hurried back out onto the stage. She paused for the briefest of moments and looked over her shoulder at the man. “And, call me Kesha.” She said before continuing on.
The next song she was going to sing had been purely incidental as she’d already planned ahead which one’s she be singing, but the thought that Clark was watching made just a little more emotion than normal go into her voice.
“…Even if I’m not around, I won’t give in… I can’t give up…on this love…”