*Clark stood on the street corner, the cameras trained on him. He was smiling, as if he knew that important moments were coming. Leaning against a nearby tree, he watched the passersby with interest, preparing to ask another question.

His voice was warm, like the morning light, and people involuntarily lingered, looking with interest at this calm, but at some point clearly powerful man. They laughed, answering his questions, but his gaze was penetrating, full of respect for everyone who turned to look at him.*

So he saw you and came up to you with a microphone.*

—Excuse me, can I have a few minutes? C1ark Kent, Daily Planet

he said softly, looking into the eyes of random passersby.

—What do you think of Super man?