After they paid for the room, the man gave them a key with the number thirteen on it.
"I hope you're not superstitious, Smallville."
"Nope. Are you?"
"No way. The only thing that scares me is being attacked by a psycho while I'm in the shower."
"Don't worry, Lois. I'll protect you," he grinned.
She knew he would. Clark had saved her life many times before. He was always there when she needed him. She was lucky to have him as a friend.
The room was small but clean. The minimum decor consisted of an ugly brown carpet, yellow wallpaper with big orange flowers, a queen sized bed with matching bed-spread, a bedside table, a chair and a television.
"Wow! That's depressing," said Lois after turning the light on.
"We're only staying for one night."
"Thank God. I don't think I could survive a whole week."
Clark took off his shoes and laid on the bed, hands folded behind his head.
"Go ahead, Lois. I'll let you use the bathroom first."
"You're such a gentleman, Clarkie."
"Careful. I might change my mind."
She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later in a cloud of steam, a large towel wrapped around her and another one on her head.
"Damn it, Lois! You could've at least left me one dry towel!"
"Oh! Stop complaining! I'll get you some."
She called the reception and asked for more towels. They were delivered a few minutes later. Lois gave the teenaged girl a tip and asked if she could dry their clothes.
"Great. I'll go get them."
She went into the bathroom, grabbed the wet clothes on the floor and handed them to the girl. Then she went back and put the pile of clean towels next to the sink. The water was still running.
"Trying to get a sneak peek, Lois?"
Clark stuck his head behind the shower curtain, a big smile on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself, Smallville. Besides, I've already seen everything there was to see, remember?"
He blushed at the memory of how they first met and quickly closed the curtain. How could he ever forget?
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