Lexa had to admit, this wasn't one of her greatest days. Okay, scratch that, this was probably the worst day of her life to date.
Perhaps she was just being overdramatic—as Anya often told her she had a tendency of doing—but really, how could someone not deem everything that has happened to her today, as the definition of the worst.
It started with failing her exam, then continued with hot coffee being spilt on her, followed by her being late to work. However how it ended was what really drove Lexa to her conclusion of this being the worst day of her life.
A drunk Anya (and a drunk Anya's girlfriend that Lexa still hasn't met but honestly isn't too upset about it considering this exact reason) somehow "misplacing" her mattress.
Oh I know what you're thinking, and yes, Lexa had tried countless times already to figure out how in the hell one simply misplaces a bed mattress, but Anya and Raven (the girlfriend) are not able to recall anything from their wild night.
So as you can see, it isn't exactly one of Lexa's better days.
She has more than enough going on lately, and she doesn't really need to add 'buying a new mattress' to that list.
Yet here she is, at 10pm at night, in the middle of some warehouse store she's never stepped foot in, and she's buying a mattress.
Anya is totally paying her back for this.
It doesn't take long for Lexa to find what she's looking for, its late, she's tired, and she doesn't really have the energy to be picky. She just needs a damn mattress.
It's a simple double, and she knows it will suffice due to the really comfortable looking display that's set up in the store.
In fact it's so comfortable looking, and Lexa is so damn tired, that she somehow convinces herself that it'd just be silly to buy a mattress without trying it first.
So this is how Lexa, the 21 year old university student who swears to be the most composed, level-headed person she's ever known, ends up falling asleep on a display mattress in a warehouse store at precisely 10:16pm.
Clarke didn't particularly love her job.
She used to work at that cute coffee shop The Dropship, and although that wasn't ideal either, it was better than working nights at a dead warehouse store.
The Dropship closed down a couple months ago though, and the blonde was desperate for a paycheck.
She took what she could get.
Besides it could be worse. The people here aren't half bad.
Her boss, Marcus Kane, is tolerable, and that's more than she could ask for in a boss. And another co-worker of hers, Niylah, is sweet, and easy to talk too.
So yeah, it isn't the best, but it isn't the worst. She lives with it.
She supposes Octavia probably has it much worse than this place.
Interning for CEO Indra Park, may sound like it has its perks, but Clarke hasn't seen her best friend get a goods night sleep in weeks.
Clarke's on her usual night shift, which just consists of re-stocking, mostly.
The store is always dead by now, and during most nights she is able to use Niylah to keep her from going completely insane with boredom, but that lucky girl had the night off.
So instead she figures she might as well get some actual work done.
It's a little while later when Clarke finds herself further back in the store, where the display mattresses are set up.
She'd be lying if she said she never contemplated lying down on one of those and sleeping her shift away. However she always deemed it too risky with Kane's strict business practice, and she really didn't want to get fired.
This is why Clarke isn't even all that surprised when she sees a body, a girl maybe a year or two older than herself, fast asleep on a display.
In fact Clarke is actually quite amused.
Perhaps her boring night has took a turn.
When the blonde makes her way closer to the sleeping girl, she notices how gorgeous she is and suddenly the task of waking this mystery woman up isn't so easy.
She starts with a gentle shake of the girl's shoulder, but there is no movement from the sleeping brunette.
Clarke briefly imagines how unbelievably inconvenient it would be if she had to deal with being the one to find a dead person on her store's display mattress.
But that thought is quickly dismissed when sleeping beauty takes a deep breath and rolls over to her other side.
She shakes her shoulder again, slightly stronger this time, and accompanies the action with a light "Hey, wake up."
This time, she's met with a displeased groan, and to her continued amusement a mumbled "Five more minutes," escapes the brunette's lips.
Clarke smiles like a fool, because come on, this girl is damn cute.
"Wake up," she persists, with another shake.
The girl seems to be coming to now, sighing deeply and moving so she lays on her back. A hand makes it way to her face as she rubs it tiredly.
Clarke's smile stays etched on her face and she honestly has to try really hard not to chuckle.
When Lexa opens her eyes, the first thing she's met with is the bright, unforgiving florescent lighting that beams its way into her eyeballs.
When the hell did she get florescent lighting in her bedroom?
She turns her head to meet a smirking (quite beautiful) blonde, and suddenly it's all coming back to her.
"Oh my god," She mumbles, and closes her eyes.
This truly was the worst day of her life. This is it, nothing could possibly top this.
"Hi." She hears, and then an obviously poorly covered up giggle.
Her eyes open and, yup, blondie is still here, this is not a dream, she truly has made a complete fool of herself in front of an extremely attractive girl.
She decides that being in this bed a second longer is another second way to long, and so she's suddenly scrambling up as quickly as she can.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about this. I just came here to buy a mattress cause my stupid roommate and her stupid girlfriend were being really stupid, and I definitely did not mean to fall asleep, i'm just super tired from studying for a test that didn't even matter because I failed it anyway, and today's been really awful, like actually probably one of the worst days of my life, but anyway I promise this won't happen again and I'm totally not some weirdo who comes and sleeps in random stores, and you know what I think i've probably told you way too much now so I'm just gonna leave before I embarrassment myself even further, if that's even possible."
Lexa rushes out her rant before attempting to beeline it the hell away from this place so she can never ever step foot near it again.
However a gentle hand placed on the inside of her elbow stops her.
The blonde is wearing a very amused face, her smile reaching her eyes, as she speaks, "Hey, it's okay. Honestly, you don't have to be embarrassed, s'not like a whole store of people saw you anyway," She points out. "I'm really sorry you're having such a bad day, and if you want, you can still buy that mattress you need for reasons I'm still not quite clear on," She reassures Lexa and the older brunette is taking a deep breath because thank god this girl doesn't think she's nuts.
"Thank you," Lexa attempts a weak smile back. "I uh, I really would appreciate the mattress, my roommate lost mine."
"She lost your mattress?"
"Don't ask because I honestly don't know either."
"I think you're one of the most interesting customers I've ever had." That bright smile shining again.
"Im Clarke by the way." She—Clarke—introduces, before outstretching her hand.
"Lexa." She nods, shaking Clarke's hand.
Its later, when Lexa has already bought her mattress, and has given all her information so it can be delivered, when a certain thought crosses the brunette's mind.
She liked Clarke.
In fact she kinda liked her a lot.
After the initial embarrassment of, well, of this whole situation, died down, she really started appreciating how pretty Clarke actually was.
And as their interactions continued, Lexa also found she was quite funny, and kind, and interesting.
The blonde had asked about why her day was so bad, and Lexa explained the basic gist of it. She's sympathetic and actually offers Lexa some pretty useful advice, and after that she cracks a joke that makes Lexa grin ear to ear.
So, she decides to be bold, because she figures hey, this is already the worst day of her life, she might as well add 'getting rejected by cute girl' to the day's agenda.
"Clarke," Lexa starts as the two stand by the front of the store, the older one getting ready to leave.
"Yeah?" The blonde questions.
"Would you um, would you like to…do you want to..."
Alright so asking this girl out might be slightly harder than Lexa intended it to be, but with a giddy glint in Clarke's ocean blue eyes, and a the tiniest of reassuring nods, she spits it out.
"Would you like to go out with me some time?"
"I'd love too." Clarke doesn't miss a beat.
They exchange cell phone numbers, and almost awkward goodbye waves, and then Lexa is walking out of the store.
Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst day of her life.