Chloe Sullivan was furious. Her dad had just been fired, and if she absolutely had to she would
beat an explanation out of Lex Luthor. Her red Beetle roared into the castle's ostentatiously long drive and screeched to a halt in front of the flagstone steps. She stomped up to the huge double-doors, the heels of her boots clacking loudly in the silence permeating the grounds. Fuming, she jabbed the doorbell with an accusatory finger and impatiently tapped her foot while she contemplated scratching Lex's skull raw; a thought which gave her an evilly delicious sense of satisfaction. But when the door finally opened a minute and ten rings later, Lex wasn't standing in the entrance hall. Instead, she found herself looking at a dark-skinned man approximately her own age and height regarding her with a cool but mildly irritated air. Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed as she reflexively began to study him; ignoring his polite–and ever-so-slightly-sarcastic–query, "Can I help you, Miss?"
She noted his lack of height was made up for in a compact and solid frame, he almost made Clark look loose-knit and lanky by comparison. His finely tailored dark suit added an air of quiet dignity and grace to his figure, and his highly polished black Oxfords contributed a dash of class. She allowed her eyes to linger a bit before she moved her scrutiny upwards. He was quite good-looking, even handsome, though she would bet his nose had been broken at least once. He was definitely foreign, but she couldn't determine if he was Mexican or Italian. His hair was dark, combed back from his face and shone in graceful waves down to just above his broad shoulders; which distracted her for a moment before she wrenched her attention back to his face. When she did, a tickle began at the back of her mind; she knew him from somewhere, but where was "somewhere?" She idly noted his earlobes had been pierced at one point and struggled to remember, but recollection danced just out of reach. He was beginning to look decidedly uncomfortable, and she saw a flicker of uneasiness and concern in his dark brown eyes. Wait, his eyes...her jaw uncharacteristically dropped open in shock as everything clicked into place and she gasped, "Weevil?!"
The End...Maybe?