Kim and Kal
She sits with her head on her desk, arms hanging down and hair askew over the dark mahogany wood. Breathing deeply, eyes shut, and feet firmly planted on the floor.
"Is it nap time?" Clark walks into the room and stands in front of the curators desk.
"Don't. Don't patronize me. Don't say i told you so. None of that All American boy pep talk." She lifts a hand and points in the direction of Clark's voice.
"You know I wasn't an 'All American' when I was in school. I couldn't really play sports thanks to the cape."
She lifts up her head looks Clark in the eyes and sighs deeply, "Look, I didn't ask to be part of the shenanigans or ask for you to write an article about the museum. I just wanted to put us on the map."
