After Metropolis' fall, the Planet moves. The new headquarters are even smaller than the old ones: there's room enough for everybody, of course, but four journalists running around in a hurry, and it's collision city.

As a consequence, the journalists booths are a lot closer together than they used to be – which Lois hates, since the guy next to her isn't Clark - the bathroom consists in four little stools for the entire floor, and the printer is just outside the coffee break room, angled in a way that you can stand in or right outside of it and hear what's being said by the unlucky ones stuck doing photocopies without being seen by them.

Which, right now, Lois is really enjoying.

"Stop it," she hears Jenny slightly scolding tone, even though she can hear the smile in her voice as well. A smitten one, she guesses.

"It's true! Come on, you have to admit it: he's straight up gorgeous."

"We're at work."

"Well, he's gorgeous in here, too!" and Lois chuckles, coffee in hand, as she settles against the door frame. To be honest, the girl is not wrong.

There's a slight pause, then Jenny finally gives in with a sigh. "And he's so nice, too. I seriously think I've never met a guy that nice. Just three days ago, he brought me a coffee mid-day because he could tell I didn't sleep and couldn't keep my eyes open. And you know what? He didn't even mention I look tired."

"Ugh," the new girl probably rolls her eyes. "I'm guessing he's smart and good at his job, in top of everything?"

"He is. I mean, he fitted in really fast, and really well. And that's not me saying that, it's Perry - and God knows how rare his compliments are. His writing really is good, though. Personal. It's kind of like you can see the person in it: it's, I don't know - emphatic. He really cares, and you feel that in his articles."

"So, to sum it up: he's so handsome I could cry, he's nice, he's kind, he's smart and he's build like a God with the prettiest baby blues in town. Did I get it right?"

Jenny laughs, gathering up all her copies, by the sound of it, before making a very good point. "You forgot the smile. The first time he smiled at me, I giggled. Literally, teen-style giggled. Be prepared."

"I don't suppose he's single, huh?" and Jenny probably confirms with a nod. "Of course. Perfect, so taken - makes sense."

"Completely in love, too. It's very cute, actually."

"What, you mean she works here?"

"Oh yeah. You'll figure it out soon, trust me," and she sounds amused. She's not the only one. "It's pretty easy to – hey, Lois!" She's never seen the colors drain from Jenny's face so fast.

"Hey. Hi, Lois Lane, nice to meet you," she extends her hand to the newcomer, trying with all she has not to laugh. The girl – Emily, she learns – not aware of Lois' girlfriend-of-the-God status, doesn't seem that embarrassed, and simply smiles politely at her as she shakes her hand.

Her cheeks do redden, though, when a second later, Clark walks in, the discussed smile making its way on his face when he spots them.

"Oh, hi. Uhm, I don't think we've met: I'm Clark Kent," he introduces himself to the poor smitten girl. She manages to cover it pretty well, Lois must admit, but their quick, babbling exit doesn't exactly scream subtle.

"Did I say something?" he asks as he turns back to face her, pointing to the door the two young women have just fled by. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," Lois chuckles. She closes the distance between them, putting her hands on his stomach and tilting her head up. "They were just talking about what a lucky lady I am." She smiles and kisses him once, twice before pulling away.

Without further explanation, she heads back to her desk, amused when she gives him a last smile over her shoulder only to find a very confused and adorable look on his face.

A lucky lady she was, indeed.