Babs ran a hand through her hair, debating whether or not to approach Clark. She was just barely paying attention to the paper in her hand and didn't really have any idea what section it was flipped open to. She'd been paying more attention to the tall, lanky, dark haired man down the street. It wasn't that she'd followed him, this was just pure coincidence.
She couldn't help laughing slightly to herself as she watched him drop everything in his arms. "Alright, Clark," Babs muttered to herself. She folded her own paper up and placed it down into her lap. She reached down and started moving herself over towards the man.
"Here, let me help you with that," she said, bending over at the waist once she'd reached him. Babs started picking up some of the things he'd dropped, gathering them in her arms. "Obviously he wasn't stopping for anything."