The clock kept ticking, making that same noise at each seconds. The monotonous tone of it almost put her to sleep. Her chin kept slipping off her palm and each time it happened, it always startled her. But that time, it was something else that startled Clarke. In her still dazed mind, the cling of the bell sounded like a siren blazed right beside her ear. Her eyes was still struggling to focus when someone strided across the room, and as if their declaration of arrival wasn't enough, she slammed her palm down onto the counter.
Clarke jumped a bit at that, but obviously the costumer didn't notice because when every pieces was finally put together and Clarke finally looked at her costumer, a girl, her green eyes were burning.
"How do I passive aggresively say Fuck You in flower?"
Clarke blinked, not quite getting what that girl was asking.
"Excuse me?" she croaked out.
"I wanted to give my girlfriend a flower that literally means Fuck You or Fuck Off or something with similar meaning to it, can you help me?" the green-eyed girl said, rather impatiently. It surprised Clarke that someone small like her could send such intimidating aura.
"I—" Clarke started but then shook her head because everything felt like it didn't make sense. Her customer was still there, tilting her head in with a blank expression on her face. But the sound of her fingers tapping on the wooden counter gave away her real feeling. Clarke ran her hand through her hair before finally looking back into those green eyes, "Yes. Absolutely. I can help you with that."
"Good. Just arrange a bouquet and send it to—do you have something I can write on?"
"I—Yeah, sure. Just hold on a second." Clarke then quicly turned around and frantically searched for a piece of paper. She wasn't usually this clumsy, but she was literally about to fall asleep and her mind was still trying to find its grasp on reality. She even accidentally knocked a vase, but that mysterious girl caught it. She looked at the vase wide-eyed, her heart pounding in her chest because her mom slash her boss wouldn't really appreciate finding a display in pieces.
"Just please find the piece of paper." the strangers' voice woke her up from her daze once again. Clarke cursed something under her breath, caught a glimpse of that tough-looking-girl putting it back on the counter delicately, before snatching a random paper near her, along with a pen.
The girl muttered a thank you, snatching the items out of Clarke's hand quickly. Her fingers wrapped around the pen and started moving as she wrote something down onto the paper. The whole situation finally settled in into Clarke, and as someone who was always curious, she couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth, "So, why do you want to say Fuck You to your own girlfriend?"
The brunette only glanced at her before looking back down onto her paper, "She cheated on me, I found out as I was about to make a reservation at a hotel, for our anniversary. Saw her with some other girl kissing. Canceled my plan and I ended up here."
Her tone of voice was cold, like she didn't care anymore. And like before, her expression was blank. But Clarke noticed how hard her grip was on the pen. Her knuckles turned white, her writing was sloppy from the pressure. And once again, Clarke couldn't stop herself from saying, "I'm sorry. You deserve someone better."
The stranger breathed out a bitter laugh, when she looked up, for the first time that night Clarke could see how trails of dry tears had left its mark down her cheeks. Her eyes were red, a bit swollen. And Clarke's heart clenched because that girl, was beautiful. And it hurt her to see such beauty heartbroken like that.
"Here," she slid the paper on the counter, "The address. Please write that too on the card." Her finger tapped on a paragraph under the address. It was signed as Lexa. Her name was Lexa.
"When do you want it to be delivered?"
"Tomorrow morning. I want her to see it before she met me for dinner." Lexa said, her jaw clenched. As if remembering the fact that she still had to see her girlfriend hurt her, "So, how much?"
"It's— on the house." Clarke said, looking straight to the girl's, Lexa, eyes.
For the first time that night, an expression finally passed her face. Confusion. "What? No! You can't do that."
"Trust me," Clarke gave her an awkward punch on the shoulder. To which Lexa furrowed her brows to, "I want to fuck up cheaters too."
At that, a small smile tugged on Lexa's lips. Her green eyes darted down to her nametag. Her tone of voice sounded genuine, somewhat like relieved too, when she finally said, "Thank you, Clarke."
The way she said her name was different. She popped the 'K' in her name, almost sounded like she had an accent or was fluent on other languages. Clarke's blue eyes met Lexa's green ones once more, an encouraging smile on her lips.
The brunette then turned around, fixing the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Her shoulder was thrown back, with her back facing Clarke, she would've never thought that girl just faced something hard in her life. The way she walked, and how she rocked that leather jacket, she was meant to rule the world.
"Hey Clarke?" that voice, always seemed to pull her back to reality.
She had her hand on the door handle, the other jammed into the pocket of her jacket. "I'll tell you about how bad I fuck up her life later."
The cold wind of the night then swooped in as she opened the door, followed by the clink of the bell. And once again, Clarke was standing there in an empty flower shop. But this time, Clarke looked down to that piece of paper. The one she just realized had her own doodle on it, but this time, with a commentary from Lexa.
It was a female doodle, long-haired. She was wearing a body armor, hand holding a sword. Lexa's handwriting was there beside it:
'She could use a cape, maybe a red one. Just a suggestion."
And Clarke couldn't help but laugh. Because that girl was not that tough after all.
A/N: so i made this based on a tumblr prompt, and this was not proof read AND IT MIGHT BE SHITTY BUT OH WELL
anyways im considering to make the second chapter so tell me what you think. if someone is reading this, that is.
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