Clark meets her outside the hotel and they walk into the 'Speedway Café' outside turn four of the track. They find a table in the corner and sit down.
"So… what's your name?" Clark asks.
"It's Amy. And you're Clark Kent, from Smallville, Kansas." She says.
"How'd you know?" Clark asks, confused.
She smiles. "Your car kind of gave it away…"
"Oh." He laughs. "Yeah. Probably seems weird, that someone would come from halfway across the country to race here."
"Not really, people come from all over for a chance to race in front of their nascar heroes." Amy replies.
"So, how long have you been a trophy girl?" Clark asks, wanting to know more about her but not really sure what to say.
"Actually, this was my first time. My uncle got me the job, he's kind of involved with nascar. The track needed someone and he just happened to hear about it." She explains.
This surprises Clark. "Really, you seem to fit the job perfectly."
"Oh yeah?" She says with a grin. "How so?"
"Well…" He didn't expect to be asked that.
Might as well tell her the truth, now.
"You did a good job and your one of the hottest trophy girls I've ever seen."
Her face sort of brightens a little after his comment. "Really."
"Yeah. I think so." Clark says.
"I don't think the job is right for me. I don't want to be the center of any guy's trophy girl fantasies." She smiles.
"I'm sure you don't have to be the trophy girl to be the center of a guy's fantasy." Clark tells her.
She giggles. "Should I take that as a compliment?"
"Yeah." He answers.
"So, would I make it into any of your fantasies?" She asks with a seductive smile.
Uh oh. Not where I wanted this conversation to go.
"Under different circumstances… maybe." Clark says.
"What does that mean?" She asks, confused.
"If we would have met a month or two later, I would be really interested in you. But, I cant right now. I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry." Clark tells her and gets up to leave.
"Wait!" She gets up after him. "Please, stay. I should be the one that's sorry. I took it too far by flirting with you." She tells him.
Clark stops and turns around. "I shouldn't even be here. I wasn't in any mood to go on a vacation." He tells her and sits back down at the table.
"If you didn't come, you wouldn't have won that race…" Amy says, trying to make him feel better.
"Any sane person would be extremely excited to win their first race, but to tell you the truth, it's hard to be completely happy when I don't have the girl I love… cheering me on." Clark explains.
"Ohh, so this is about a girl." She says, things starting to make sense. "Would you like to talk about it?"
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Clark takes the next few minutes to tell her about Lana and their complicated relationship.
"Wow, sorry to hear it ended that bad." She says.
"Don't be, it's not your fault." Clark tells her.
"I know, I just can't believe she would do that to you."
Believe it. If you knew how big of a secret I'm hiding, you'd probably leave too.
Clark looks toward the door and sees Todd walk in.
"Hey, I'll be right back." Clark tells her and gets up from his chair.
"I'll be here." Amy says.
Todd sits down at the bar (if you could call it that) and orders something to drink. Clark sits down beside him.
"Hey, Clark." Todd greets him.
"Hey. Sorry for bailing out on you like that to hang out with Amy." Clark apologizes.
"Oh, it's no problem. So, how's it going with… Amy?" He asks.
"Great." Clark tells him.
"Getting any closer to her real trophy?"
"What?" Clark laughs. "It's not like that at all, she's just cool to hang out with."
"Well, don't let me keep you away. I'll catch up with you in the morning." Todd says.
"Alright, see you later." Clark says and Todd walks away.
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Clark is back sitting at the table with Amy.
"So, where are you from?" He asks her.
"Bakersfield, California." She answers.
"Really? That's a long way to come for a trophy girl job." Clark comments.
"Well, I came for the race too. It's the last race of the season and my uncle insisted I come." Amy tells him.
"Your uncle sounds pretty cool, what does he do with nascar?" Clark asks.
"Um, he has a lot to do with fan support." She tells him.
"Ok." Clark says, her answer not helping much.
The crowd in the restaurant gets loud as someone walks in. Clark turns around to see who it is and is surprised to see that it's Tony Stewardt.
"Wow, it's Tony Stewardt." Clark comments to Amy. A few people crowd around him in hopes of getting an autograph.
"Some people are so rude. He's obviously here to get something to eat and they bother him with autographs." Amy says.
"Well, if Tony doesn't like it… I'm sure they won't bother him again." Clark says with a laugh at Tony Stewardt's aggressive attitude. He signs the autographs and starts to walk toward Clark. "Ok, why is he coming over here?" Clark asks nervously.
Amy laughs. "If you plan on going anywhere with this racing thing, I hope you'll get used to being around nascar drivers."
"Just not used to much excitement being from Smallville." Clark tells her.
Except fighting off the ever-so-many meteor freaks.
"Hey, Clark Kent? That was a good race you drove out there." Tony compliments Clark.
"Thanks." Clark smiles. "I'm sure it wouldn't be as good as you."
Tony laughs. "I'm not too sure. I better watch out if I want to keep my job." He says and walks away.
"Did he just give me a compliment on my driving? You better pinch me, this night is getting too good to be true." Clark says. Amy pinches him under the table.
"Ow!" Clark fakes the pain and she giggles.
"It's not a dream." She smiles.
"So, how are you so comfortable being around famous drivers?" Clark asks.
"Probably from my famous uncle." Amy answers.
"Ok, who is your uncle?" Clark asks.
"I'm Amy Harnik. Kevin Harnik is my uncle." She tells him.
Clark almost spits out his drink. "Really? He's my favorite driver."
"I came to see him race tomorrow."
"Well, that sure clears up a lot." Clark comments.
"Come on, enough talk. Let's go for a walk." She says and drags him toward the door.
"Where are we going?" Clark asks, letting her drag him away.
"You'll see."
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