Crystal was helping Clark clean up the breakfast that was just consumed.

While drying a dish, Crystal asked, "So Clark, how come Lex was driving such a sweet car? I mean, I haven't really seen any other Aston Martins around here."

Clark handed her anther dish to dry. "You've got to be kidding me." He tried to hold back a grin mixed with a surprised look.

"What?!" She held back mock anticipation all the while having no clue as to what Clark was talking about.

"He's only the son of Lionel Luthor - head of Luthor Corps. - the company that rules over practically everything around here," Clark filled her in.

"Oh my gosh! I thought that name sounded familiar." She was virtually flabbergasted.

"Yup."

"Wow," she breathed out and starred off into space as if she was gathering thoughts, or readjusting them.

After finishing up the dishes, Crystal asked a little bit hurriedly, "What time is it?"

Clark glanced to the clock on the wall then answered, "Seven o'clock."

"Ah! I need to open." but she was already out the door and speeding down the driveway.

"Bye," Clark said to himself, glancing around the wall break from the kitchen to the open front door.

Since it was a Saturday, Clark got to stay home helping his parents with the farm more than the usual load of chores. He was weeding around the house, all the fences and the barn, at super speed, until he heard Lex's car tearing through the rural surroundings.

As Lex pulled up, Clark wiped his forearm to his forehead, simulating that he had been sweating from "pain-staking" weeding.

Lex kept the car running, including the music, which he noticeably turned down, and opened the door, leaning over it.

"Hey Clark, is your cousin around?" Lex asked from behind the confines of his door.

"Sorry Lex, you just missed her. Might I ask why?"

"Oh nothing really." Lex advanced for sliding back into his car with regretting ever coming here in search for Crystal.

"Well if you'd really like to know, she's working right now, on Main Street," Clark came up to his door before he could close it.

"Oh really?" Lex outlook lit up, but no one would ever be able to notice the change in his mood. "Where at?"

"The dance studio."