Oooh…. It's chapter three. Poof!

Jena gripped the phone in a vice; almost afraid she would break it. The noise in her ears was so loud she could barely make out what he was saying.

"Miss Bret…are you there? Miss Bret?" He asked nervously.

"Uh… Umm? Yes?" Jena answered stupidly.

"Is this a bad time?"

"No!" That was a bit strong. "I mean, no I was just wondering why you could want to p-possibly interview me. Things like this h-happen every day." Jena stuttered.

Wow, I just scored bonus points with that. She thought sarcastically. She finally speaks to the Clark Kent and she makes an ass out of herself. Why not.

"That was no everyday happenstance Miss Bret. Apparently, the two men who attacked you were convicted murders that had just escaped from a Metropolis Prison transport. You're very lucky to be alive Miss Bret." He said.

"Oh…I didn't know it was so…important." Jena sighed and started banging her head on the table.

Why don't I own a gun? Oh that's right because I would have already shot myself."Why did her stupid have to kick on now? With him of all people.

"Of course I would love to give you an interview Mr. Kent." Oh. Even saying his name gave her chills. She was just glad she had stopped stuttering.

"That's wonderful Miss Bret. Are you free for lunch?" He asked

"Nothing I can't get out of." She didn't want to seem like she didn't have a life. Considering she didn't. Have anything planed for lunch that is. She probably would have just slept some more.

"I wouldn't want to take you away from anything."

Oh great, her brilliant plan of pretending to have a life fell through, what a surprise. "No. It's nothing important. Where did you want to meet?" Jena asked to change the subject quickly.

"How about Suzie's? Say twelve thirty?" He asked.

Suzie's, a little pricy but I needed to splurge any way She thought.

"That sounds fantastic." Did she really just say fantastic?

"Alright, I'll see you then Miss Bret." She said her goodbye then he hung up.

Jena stared at the phone for a good ten minutes before she realized what had just happened. Then she ran around in a rush to get ready when she saw it was eleven thirty.

Jena arrived at twelve thirty on the dot. This amazed her since she spent more time than she cared to admit trying to find the perfect outfit. She decided to go with a black skirt and matching blouse. She went ahead with her flats because she recognized long ago that her and heels don't mix.

She walked up to the Maîtred' and stood shyly to the side while waiting for him to finish with the couple in front of her.

"May I help you Miss?" He asked in a snobby tone.

"Uh. Yes, I'm expected." She answered.

"By who miss?" He asked, speaking to her as if she were a child.

"By me." A very masculine voice said behind her.

She turned around quickly and saw, in the flesh, Clark Kent.

"Oh. Of course Mr. Kent. Right this way." The Maîtred' showed them to a table, and asked her repeatedly if she needed anything.

Now you show me some respect. She thought sarcastically.

"I'm sorry I was late. I had some…business to take care of." He said apologetically.

"No, you weren't late. You were right on time Mr. Kent." Jena said, wanting to make him feel better.

"Please, call me Clark." He said.

"Only if you call me Jena" He smiled at her.

Oh snap. Just keep breathing.

When they reached their table Clark (and she thought Mr. Kent gave her chills) pulled out her chair for her. As she sat down she had to remind herself to breathe. If she kept acting like this every time he did something she wouldn't make it ten minutes into the interview without falling into a coma.

They ordered their drinks and Jena was looking through the menu trying to find something that wouldn't cause her to fork over her rent when Clark started to speak.

"The fish here is amazing, if you're wondering what to choose." He said.

"That sounds great." Jena laughed. She would probably jump in tank full of sharks if he suggested it. Clark started making conversation as they started eating and Jena was surprised to find out that they had so much in common.

"Are you sure it was okay to meet me today. I would hate to deprive someone of your invigorating company." He smiled as he asked. What a smile. That dimple on his chin was made to be kissed.

"No… I mean yes. Yes it was okay. And no, you're not depriving someone of my… company. Maybe saving someone." She joked. Pretending she hadn't been distracted by his mouth.

"I'm sure your boyfriend would disagree." He said casually.

Did he just ask if she was single? No. Did he? Well she wasn't going to disappoint him. She had found out earlier that he wasn't seeing anyone at the moment.

"He might", she saw his face drop a little, "If I had one." And there was the smile.

"Well that's a shame." He said. While smiling of course. Jena felt herself blushing. She looked at him a noticed a curious expression on his face. Like he was listening for something.

"I'm sorry would you excuse me I'll be right back." He told her. He wasn't gone that long and Jena assumed he had just gone to the rest room. Except the fact that his hair, his sinfully black hair, looked a little windblown. Like he had been running. Hmm.

"Now, about the interview…" He started. Oh yeah. She had forgotten the reason they were here.

During the interview Clark asked standard questions and she gave standard answers. The only thing she though peculiar was that he didn't ask many questions about Superman. In fact He tried to steer as far away from that subject as possible. What an interesting man.

About an hour later they finished and were getting ready to leave. Jena was reaching for the check when Clark's hand shot out and covered her own. She looked up at him, blushing again, and was trying to not think about the wonderful way his skin felt next to hers.

"Please let me." He said.

"Oh no. It's fine. You don't have to do that." Did he think she was poor? Well she was but still. He deftly nabbed the check from under Jena's hand, not even allowing her to see the price.

"I want to." He stated with that smiled of his again. She was beginning to believe that he had finally figured out that she would do anything when he flashed that smile. She should stand strong.

"Okay." Jena whispered. So much for standing strong. He walked with her to the restaurant door.

"Jena, may I walk you home? I would hate for anything to happen to you." He asked.

"That's okay. I'll be fine. The sun is still out." She said lightheartedly. All the while hoping he would flash that smile. He grabbed her hand again. Or that.

"Please? For my sake?" He pleaded. How could anyone say no to those big, blue, puppy dog eyes? They were way more potent then his smile. And that's saying something.

"Okay." She really could not say no to anything this man asked.

On the way to her apartment building they talked some more. About his work and hers. Their families. About everything really. They walked up to the building door. When they reached it Jena turned so that her back was to the door so she could say goodnight. As she looked up into those gorgeous, bright, blue eyes she lost all ability to speak. Good thing he hadn't.

"I haven't had that much fun in a while Jena. I'm glad I got this story." He said, once again smiling. She had a feeling if he stopped smiling his face would crack.

"Me too. About the fun. And the story." She was blathering like an idiot. No she was a blathering idiot.

Then he slowly started leaning forward. Jena closed her eyes, waiting. Waiting for dreams to become reality.

So… my first cliffhanger. Hmm. Any way just wanted to say I'm going to be staying at my dad's this weekend and probably the rest of next week. (He doesn't have internet) I might be able to upload a few times. So when I do it will at least two chapters at a time. I'll get one out tomorrow. R&R please.