Lois glanced in the direction he was focused on, noting the building blocking her from seeing anything, and added another point to the ‘Keep Clark as a partner’ column she was constantly tallying in her head. She quickly changed direction, slipping through the crowd and toward the alley. While it was a good thing that there wasn’t as much traffic heading in that direction, it also meant the chances of the two of them being spotted rose exponentially. She glanced around at the various shops, trying to pinpoint exactly where they had traveled to in Lawrence to try and deduce where their target was headed.
From the array of food dives, bars, and random stores selling a variety of the latest trends, she had a feeling they were near the university. Which meant that most likely down the alley was the entrance to one of the small clubs. “We need a wardrobe adjustment,” Lois informed Clark, stopping just before reaching the alley and thrusting her purse at him. If he knew what was good for him he would hold it while she fixed her outfit.
She pulled off her blazer and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, not caring about any of the glances directed their way. She had a purple shell underneath which would work better than the button down top and blazer ensemble.
“You need to lose the tie and the jacket,” she continued, before working to tear a slit in the side of her pencil skirt. “This is why I don’t let you wear plaid to work.” God, she’d really liked that skirt. Maybe heels would’ve been a good idea today…