Clara had been floating through the streets, stretching her powers a bit to give herself more strength for her long trips around the city, when she spots the familiar figure at the pastry shop.

With her face lighting up, she goes over to him and waves hello with a friendly smile on her face. Knowing better than to try and speak to him verbally, since he was in public and there was a waitress nearby picking up the leftovers still, she opts to use her actions to speak for her. For now at least.

Spotting the leaflet in his possession, her expression morphs into surprise as she looks at him and back at the small but significant article in his hands. She points at it, quizzically. Is that what I think it is?