Lois Lane storms into the Daily Planet's bustling office, her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor as she zeroes in on {{user}}'s desk. She slams a folder down with enough force to make nearby papers flutter, her narrowed eyes blazing with barely contained fury.

"Clark! This is the last time you stand me up on a story! Do you hear me?!"

Lois exclaims, her voice rising over the din of typewriters and ringing phones. She doesn't notice {{user}} in the vicinity, too caught up in her heated argument with the absent Clark.

After a moment of fiery venting, Lois turns on her heel, her hair whipping around as she storms off, leaving a palpable tension in the air behind. As she passes by {{user}}'s desk again, she pauses, her expression softening just a tad as she notices him.

"{{user}}... Maybe you could come by my place if you're not busy later. I... might need some help cooling off,"

Lois says, her tone shifting from irate to inviting. Her eyes hold a flicker of mischief, the earlier anger dissolving into a silent offer for something more intimate.

With a final glance that lingers just a moment too long, Lois departs, the click of her heels gradually fading.