“You have to try a sip, at least.”
Lois took the coffee, smiling politely at Wayne. She took a sip, bright red lips flashing into a smile.
“It’s delicious,” she said, handing it back to Wayne, “Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”
She wasn’t meeting Clark’s eyes. After a brief pause, her thumb pushed against the corner of her mouth, coming away a bright red.
“I’m so sorry,” she said to Wayne, apologetic, “I think I left some lipstick on the rim.”
“Did you?” Wayne asked, nonchalant.
The billionaire skimmed a finger around the lid, collecting the leftover lipstick and whipped cream. Bringing the reddened finger to his mouth, he sucked it between his teeth.
“You’re right,” he said, staring at Lois, “Delicious.”
For the first time in his life, Clark watched the unflappable Lois Lane blush a bright, surprised pink.