Author's note: In the last chapter, I accidentally wrote New Years, instead of the Fourth of July. I would like to apologize. I have fixed it, as you will see if you decide to read the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I would also like to point out that nobody has yet reviewed the story. I would really appreciate it if somebody did. Enjoy. Have a nice day.

Chapter Two

Chloe awkwardly walked the steps of the Daily Planet. She had not been there socially before, only professionally. It was a little intimidating. The truth was, Chloe had always been good at the professional stuff, the social stuff on the other hand, was another matter. She had been in love with her best friend for two years, and when he finally noticed her, he ran off on their first date and dumped her before they had even been going out a week. Okay, so technically, Chloe had done the dumping, but the last thing she wanted was to be with a guy who clearly did not want to be with her. She wanted to be with a guy who wanted her, who would maybe look at her the way Clark looked at Lana. Sometimes, she wondered if a guy would ever look at her like that.

Jimmy was standing in the corner, taking pictures.

"Hey, Olsen," one of the other interns called, "Drop the camera, it's a party." Jimmy smirked. The guy was right, he should not be focusing on work right now, but he loved what he did. Besides, somebody would probably want pictures of tonight, and since he was only an intern, it was good chance to get somebody to take a look at his work. He could maybe get the input of one of the photographers on staff. Jimmy respected constructive criticisms.

"Just a couple more." He said, more to himself than the guy. His camera found its way to the door. The doors opened, and he prepared to snap whoever the new guest was. Then, he saw who it was. It was Chloe. The beautiful blonde that he had noticed the first day.

Although he knew her name, they had never spoken. He had noticed her though; she came in every day with that huge smile and spunky attitude. He watched as she made her way over to the refreshments table, filled a plate and a glass, and then retreated to an empty chair off to the side. She had picked an empty table.

This was his moment, somehow he knew it. Nervously, he headed over to her.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Mind if I sit here?"

Chloe looked up from her drink. To say she was surprised by his sudden appearance would be an understatement. As previously stated, the two had never really talked. In fact, they had never really met. And Chloe was not accustomed to strange boys asking to come and sit with her.

"Go ahead." She said, and Jimmy sighed in relief. He was a little jumpy, to say the least, but he was kind of cute. He was all right for a fourth of July party, but for some reason, she kept picturing him in a bow-tie. Something about the image just seemed to fit him.

"I'm Jimmy," he said, holding his hand out. She took it.

"Chloe."

"I know." she arched an eyebrow at him, "I mean, well, we're both interning here. I've seen you around." He said, chuckling slightly. She could tell he was trying to be cool. He was not doing the world's best job.

"Well, then I guess you have the advantage." She said, eager for some conversation to take her mind off her thoughts.

"Well, I guess I'm more the kind of guy who blends into the scenery." He did not say it in a sad way, a way that implied he should be pitied, that he was ill-treated, or lacked self-esteem. It was more a statement of fact. He knew his strengths and weaknesses. Getting noticed was not a strength he possessed. He was not at all bitter about it. Still, the statement saddened Chloe a little, partially because she felt bad for him, and partially because it reminded her of her own situation back home. She was all too familiar with what it meant to be invisible.

"I know the feeling." She said, taking a drink. It was actually just a mocktail, though they had cocktails for the actual staff, but it felt good to throw back a drink like a grown-up might after such a comment.

"Are you kidding," Jimmy said, his eyes growing wide, "Overlooking you would be like going all the way to the Louvre and not even noticing the Venus de Milo. Not possible."

"So you're comparing me to a stone woman with no arms and no shirt?" Chloe said, looking deeply offended.

Jimmy flushed and started to squirm, "Uh, no I-"

Chloe leaned forward with a playful smile on her lips. "Relax, I'm just teasing you." Jimmy sighed in relief. He was not a train wreck when it came to talking to girls, but he was no Casanova, "Besides, it's been my experience that when at the Louvre people's eyes tend to gravitate more toward the brunette Mona Lisa." Chloe said, thinking of a particular brunette who people seemed to overlook her for.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I've never been to the Louvre, or Paris, for that matter, but from what I've seen in pictures, I always thought Venus had a lot more going for her."

"Why, because she's half naked. I guess I can see why the exposed breast would give her more appeal." Chloe said jokingly.

Jimmy chuckled awkwardly, then shook his head, "No, it's. See, the Mona Lisa is a person. She is a specific woman, with a specific hair color, and a specific name. Venus, on the other hand, is the goddess of love. She represents every woman, or every woman capable of loving or being loved, which I think is probably basically every woman, and because she has no distinguishing features, such as color, any guy can look at her and see the woman he loves."

Chloe stared at him. He may be a little awkward, but he could certainly turn a phrase. She felt a little better because of what he had said.

Their eyes were locked on each other. Then, Jimmy cleared his throat.

"You know, besides which, the Greek's idealized their art, where as Da Vinci was more focused on realism."

"You're quite the history buff." Chloe said, sitting back comfortably.

Jimmy blushed. "Well, I guess I'm into research, facts and stuff, that way when I'm talking to a beautiful Venus de Milo, I won't get so tongue-tied. But, I'm more into the art of it. I guess you must be too. You know, with words. Me, I work with visuals." He said holding up his camera.

"You're a photographer?"

"Yeah." He nodded. After a minute, he said, "Maybe sometime I could show you my stuff."

"Maybe, but, you know, based on your speech on Venus, I'm surprised your not a writer. You're something of a word smith."

He blushed again, "Guess I'm just an old-fashioned romantic." Chloe smiled, "So, do you think maybe I could…call you, sometime?" he asked.

Chloe was surprised, but surprisingly, it was not a bad surprise, "Well, um, I guess not." She said. She took a pen out of her purse and wrote her number down on a cocktail napkin. Then, she handed it to him. He smiled, gratefully. Maybe coming tonight was not such a bad idea after all.