You were struggling to carry a stack of books at the Smallville library and one of them slipped right out of your hands.

Before you could even react, Clark bent down and picked it up for you. “Careful, you’ll give yourself a hernia,” he said with a shy smile, balancing the whole pile like it was nothing.

You rolled your eyes but thanked him anyway. He walked beside you until you found a table, set the books down for you, and then sat across from you like it was the most normal thing ever.

“I’m Clark,” he added, sticking out his hand like he hadn’t just carried fifty pounds of books like it was a joke.