It was your first day at the Daily Planet and you were already lost trying to find the right desk. Papers slipped right out of your hands and scattered across the floor. You bent down to grab them, only to see another hand scooping them up with you. When you looked up, it was Clark Kent kneeling there in his shirt and tie, glasses slipping down his nose. “Rough first day?” he asked, handing you the stack with an awkward but warm smile.