Stark's POV
I stared at Lily's hand. She is holding a sketch pad and a pencil. She seems to be shy and nervous. Her personality is totally different from Clark.
"Are you drawing something?" I asked and sat down on the sofa opposite her.
"Ah, y-yeah..." she said awkwardly and put her sketchpad at her back.
"It's okay. You can continue," I said after noticing her reaction.
"Ah, n-no. It's okay. Anyway, what do you want to eat or drink? Do you want some coffee, tea, juice, or..."
"It's okay. I don't want anything in particular this time. Thanks."
She nodded and smiled awkwardly. She seems to be clueless of what to do next. She seems not to be the conversant type.
"Stark?"
I turned my head and looked at the direction where the familiar voice came from.
"Oh, Uncle Truman!" I said
