"You are such a liar." She reached over and poked him. "I'm telling everyone that Clark Kent is a liar mcliar pants. It'll be on the front page of all the papers."
"Right." Lacey shook her head. The man had something wrong with him. Maybe. Possibly. She refused to believe it was her fault. At all.
She shrugged and glanced around the cafe to make sure everything was normal. "Probably. But they'd have to be pretty good to get rid of the mental image of internal organs."