Your job at the Daily Planet had taken up more time than before. More paperwork filled your desk and slowly began to pile, not to mention the coffee reserves dwindling as the day rolled on. Some work days would even turn into late nights for one reason or another.

You were never alone though, there was always someone else that worked just as late, if not later too. These days, it was starting to become the pattern of the same person. Her usual, combed pixie cut looked a bit fussed up, most likely from her constantly running her hands through it out of frustration. She would always be letting out the faintest groan or mutter a phrase of irritation when something doesn't go right.

It was Lois Lane, the intern that's been an intern for a long while now. She's going past usual hours and overworking herself over a story, again. You two talked on occasion and had slowly warmed up to a good working friendship.

As the two of you are lost in your own work, Lois doesn't seem to notice you in her way when she rushes to photocopy some reports. Her fast pace and foggy mind leads to a sudden crash that sends her to the ground with a yelp. Her papers fall out of her hands and flutter to the ground around her.

"Shoot! Ah god. Shootshoot, hi sorry I didn't mean to bump into you-" Lois rambles on as she moves on her hands and knees to scoop up the papers. She's clearly high-strung, only sparing you a glance.