"Excuse me but what are you doing?" To many a passerby the woman sat before Bellamy Blake would not have pulled forth the eyes or attention of many. She did not conform exactly to the definition and expectation of 'beauty' so brutally robbed, owned and contorted by the media. But she was. Her blonde hair was not polished and preened, it curled and swirled, the textured waves resting upon her shoulders so effortlessly. Her lips were not entirely symmetrical, her cupids bow slightly flat and deflated, but the smirk that graced them was one that lit her entire expression with a type of radiance that could never be bought. Her azure eyes were not crystal clear, but held numerous flecks and flaws of varying shades of blue, a feature that made him want to lose himself in her gaze for as long as he could. But that was not the point right now, the point was she was sat in his bar with her laptop and she had not purchased a drink... typical wifi freeloader. Right now he was met with a smirk of defiance that she wore so well, too well really,
"I'm sat at a bar." His fingers curled around his edge of the bar, as he stood across from her, preparing to go through the rigmarole of explaining why she couldn't just sit there and use their wifi. A suppressed sigh of contempt and irritation leaked from his lips before he candidly stated,
"I'm sorry but you can't just sit here and use our wifi without purchasing a drink." Not one flicker of annoyance or indignation painted her face, however she immediately took on a look that indicated she was one to have an answer to every question. In accordance with that look she replied in a polite manner that belied the subject and threat held within her words,
"Okay but I live across from here and have the constant pleasure of being woken up and being kept awake in the early hours of many a morning. You know some neighbours would have called the police already but... you have wifi, and I have none so it kinda works for the moment. Don't you think?" A wide pearly smile finished her statement of intent with a flourish, as she leant her elbows upon the bar, gazing up at him with an innocence that betrayed her former speech. Momentarily Bellamy found he could not speak, his tongue tied tightly by her audacity, however not a moment too soon he soon recaptured his voice,
"Well played princess. For the moment? Yes, for the far flung future? No." Her eyes gleamed with an admirable glint of mischief, as she replied avidly,
"Deal. The name's Clarke." Holding out her hand in a show of concurrence, he allowed his palm to slip into hers as they shook firmly whilst he too introduced himself,
"Bellamy." A charming smile with attractive dimples came to be upon his chiselled features as he watched his new acquaintance settle back behind her laptop before she quipped,
"Nice to meet you bartender Bellamy." Visibly pleased with her use of alliteration, she flashed a smug grin before she diverted her gaze back to her screen. Both turned away returning to the initial tasks that had captured their attention; little did they know that this meeting was one that was to change everything. Their lives had now intertwined and nothing could unravel them and the journey they were to encounter together, this was only the beginning.
