"I don't believe this," Charlie said for approximately the thirteenth time.

"I know." Chloe turned her attention from the pregame show. Charlie on a sports high was much more fun than any marching band.

"Do you believe this?" He was bouncing in his seat. Bouncing. "The owner's box. The owner's box. I don't believe this!"

Chloe was about to say something genially mocking when Charlie leaned over, grabbed her by the shoulders, and kissed her.

"I love football," she said dazedly when he let her go.

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"Your point?"

"I see you're enjoying the seats," someone said from behind them, and Charlie jumped.

"The man with the perfect timing is Lex Luthor," she said. Charlie's eyes went wide. "Lex, this is Charlie McCall."

Charlie stumbled over his chair standing up, but to his credit he met Lex's eyes squarely. "It's a pleasure. Thank you for the seats."

"You're welcome. Are you a Sharks fan, Charlie?"

"I was born a Cowboys fan," Charlie said, "but I enjoy the Sharks. Especially this season. Perry's bounced back really well from that--" His eyes flickered toward Chloe. "That injury."

Chloe tried not to smirk. Like she'd never heard the word "groin" before. She watched the two of them talk. Lex was obviously taking Charlie's measure, but she couldn't tell from the look on his face if it was good or not. Charlie, on the other hand, was shifting his weight slightly, but otherwise behaving as though this were any normal conversation. Points for Charlie. In fact, things were going rather well--

--until the gun-wielding maniac barged in and started shooting at the three of them.