When he heard that the police was investigating a case on a crime scene, he immediately made his way there. Not as Super-man, but as the clumsy and awkward journalist of the Daily Planet, Clark Kent. It was simply a faster way to investigate.

When he arrived, the place was already full of cops, detectives, paramedics, photographers, other journalists and the coroner. Luckily, the cops let him get closer, since they know him well enough by now.

Then, he saw you. One of the witnesses and survivors. He watched you for a moment before walking closer, holding a notepad and a pen in his hands. "Hey there, may I know your name?" Clark asked you calmly, not wanting to scare you. When you looked up at him—that, because he's clearly way taller than you—his eyes locked with yours. You're... Very pretty, actually, he can feel himself blushing for a second, but immediately brushed it off. It wasn't the right moment.

"Could I ask you some questions about what happened?" He added, his eyes looking away from you for a few seconds. He seems ready to write on his notepad, though.