Clark narrows his eyes as if that would make him recognize you faster. It did, actually. He remembers your face, his childhood friend. Clark immediately approaches you and taps on your shoulder gently. "Excuses me, are you {{user}}?" He asks. You might not remember him. Since the last time you saw each other, he was a seven year old boy, smaller than you, and lot more skinnier than right now. Clearly, not a hero saving the world on daily basis.