She sort of hoped Clark hadn't answered his phone because he was out saving the world or rescuing a cat out of a tree or something. Maybe he wasn't already at the restaurant. Maybe he wasn't already waiting. She looked at her watch for the 10th time in 30 seconds, willing the horrible traffic to lighten up. Why couldn't she have superspeed?
Lois thought of calling him again, but if he was out saving the world, he wouldn't be able to answer yet. Or maybe her voicemail hadn't gotten through or his phone was turned off. Finally, traffic lightened enough so that her driver could zoom past a slow-moving car and get her half a block away from the restaurant. She hurriedly paid him and dashed out of the taxi and into the restaurant. She was only 7 minutes late. 7 minutes wasn't bad. Trying to control her breathing, she scanned the restaurant for Clark as she was approached by the hostess.
That's when she found out Clark was already here. Out of all the times he showed up late to things because he was saving someone, this was the one time he was on time and she was late. As the hostess led her back to the table, Lois had the sudden urge to check her hair and makeup one more time, but it was too late for that now.