In the rush of catching his cab to the campus, Bellamy grabbed his suitcase with nothing more than a quick glance at the tags. Generic black luggage that he picked up at TJ Maxx was all that he needed- nothing fancy. Due to flight delays, they had landed late and he had to give a presentation as a guest lecturer to a class in half an hour.

Half asleep, Clarke heaved her black bag off the conveyor belt and it trailed lazily behind her as she headed to the exit. She had been flying all night, her final flight landing her in New York, where she was getting ready to lead a seminar on 'Bedside Manner and Personnel Tactics' at a local hospital. She took a left out of the sliding glass doors towards the subway station after she stopped at the newspaper stand to grab a quick coffee.

Bellamy made it to the first class in the nick of time, he walked straight into the room to give his presentation on the 'Effects of Poverty and Discrimination on Youth Crime' to a class in at a small university in New York. He had been flying to different college campuses to give different presentations as an expert for the Baltimore Police Department. He finished his three class presentations and headed to the hotel he was being put up at. He was on the sixth floor and he dumped his suitcase on the bed and headed straight for the wall of windows to stare out at the killer skyline view his room offered.

Clarke's seminar wasn't until the following day so she decided to head to the hotel for an early check-in and take a nap- the coffee hadn't done a damn thing. She didn't bother taking a shower, or even changing before crawling into the plush bed laid out before her. When she woke, the sun had sunk beyond the horizon. It was already past seven and her stomach growled at her. The hotel had a bar and restaurant on the main level and she decided to treat herself to a nice dinner- but that would mean actually using soap and a hair brush. She sauntered over to the chair she had left her suitcase in and unzipped it.

Bellamy loosened his tie as the room had grown dark; he felt he had earned a drink after a long day of presentations, so he decided to change out of his business attire into something more casual. He returned to the bag he had left on the bed and went to open it… revealing a meticulously folded array of women's blouses, a small toiletries bag and an 'Eat, Pray, Love' book. What the hell? This was not his bag!

Clarke lifted the flap of the suitcase, only to find various items including an assortment of ties, a leather jacket, dark wash jeans, and a single blue toothbrush. She stepped back in surprise, this was not her bag! She quickly searched the handle of the bag for it's tag:

Bellamy Blake
50 E Lancaster Street, Apt 32
Baltimore, MD
410-555-2109

Clarke wondered how she could have been so careless as to grab someone else's luggage, they must be freaking out. She sighed and sat down on the bed with her cell phone and input the phone number from the tag.

Bellamy flipped the cover back on the suitcase, it felt invasive to be staring into a woman's luggage. Oh god, how could I fuck this up? At that moment he felt the phone in his jacket vibrating and he pulled it out to see a number he didn't recognize.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hi, is this Bellamy Blake?"

"It is, who's this?"

"Oh good, my name is Clarke Griffin, and I think I grabbed your suitcase on accident at the airport this morning." she replied. "God knows where mine is." She mumbled as an afterthought.

Bellamy reached over to the label on the strangers bag to reveal Clarke Griffin's information. "Oddly enough, Dr. Clarke Griffin… your bag is in my possession."

She sighed from relief, "Oh thank god! I was worried I was never going to see it again. I'm assuming you'd like your things returned to you, would it be possible to meet tonight?"

"Of course, I'm staying at the Marriott on West."

"Oh my god, well, this should be easy- that's where I'm staying as well. What's your room number?"

Bellamy double-checked his room information, "I'm in 6054."

Clarke was let out a short chuckle, "Step outside."

Bellamy tipped his head at the request, but still on his phone, he poked his head into the hallway. He glanced in both directions, to the left he saw a cute blonde waving at him, phone to her ear, just a few doors down. He hung up the phone as he walked towards her, not failing to notice her curvy figure and watery blue eyes.

"Thank god for strange coincidences?" Clarke beamed at the dark-haired man before her.

"I guess so," Bellamy sighed, suddenly very aware that his hair was disheveled and his tie was loose and askew.

Clarke opened up the the door to allow Bellamy through the entrance, his broad stature barely squeezing past her. He grabbed his suitcase from her bed as she waited for him. She was wearing sweatpants and a white tank-top., her hair in a loose, messy braid down her back.

"You look a little young to be a doctor, Mrs. Griffin." Bellamy joked.

Clarke blushed, "It's just miss, and yeah, I get that a lot." She had her arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the door. He had a lean build, messy dark curls (in a good way) and a medley of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. He had a funny way of pursing his lips when he smiled that kind of made her weak. It was an understatement to say he was handsome.

He had picked up his suitcase and dragged it behind him out into the hallway.

"Hang on, let me grab yours."

"Oh, no, I can come-"

"No, no, please, let me."

Clarke hung back in the doorway and she watched the man stroll back to his own room, disappearing into it for just a short moment. He came back into sight with her own belongings and she let out a deep breath with a smile.

He noticed how her eyes got real bright when she smiled, and he noticed the small gap between her two front teeth and the cute dimple in her chin. And he definitely noticed that she was the perfect height to fit against his own… not that he was… thinking about… that.

"Well, what a fun adventure this has been." Clarke said, moving the bag just inside the door.

Bellamy nodded in agreement, "It was nice to meet you doc." He took a small step backwards, smiling, before shoving his hands in his pockets and returning to his room. Once he was back in the quiet of his room, he grabbed a wad of clothing from his bag and headed for the bathroom. He indulged in a quick shower to freshen up before he headed down to the bar, feeling relieved to finally be rid of the stiff suit he'd been stuck in all day.

Clarke moaned in delight as the warm water ran down her body, her mind reverting back to the radically handsome gentleman three doors down. Realizing just how warm she was getting, she quickly turned the faucet to the cold setting to bring her back to reality. She wrapped herself in a towel and meandered back into the room. She dressed herself in one of the meticulously folded blouses and a pencil skirt, dabbed on a bit of red lipstick and though still damp, wove her hair into a braid.

No sooner than she'd pulled on her second shoe she heard a knock at the door. Small lines formed a crease between her eyebrows at her curiosity, but she moved to open it.

"Hi."

Bellamy Blake was standing before her, no longer in a wrinkled suit, but in a black v-neck and dark wash jeans, topped off with a leather jacket and newly ruffled hair. Clarke raised her eyebrows slightly as she noticed his eyes casing up and down her own figure.

"Did you forget something, Mr. Blake?" Clarke cocked her head with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I did." He did that weakening thing with lips and his eyes crinkled just slightly, "Do you want to get a drink?"