"My mom needs to employ someone really soon because I'm tired of working here and I really need to work full time at that kindergarten." Clarke groaned out, thumping her head to the door frame.

Octavia was bending towards the shelf, reaching for her apron. She chuckled before putting her hair up in a messy bun, "Well some of us are just grateful that we have a work to do, something to help pays the bill."

"Does your brother have a work? He can work here!" The blonde beamed at Octavia, who quickly shook her head.

"And spends 24/7 with him?! Hell no," The shorter girl rolled her eyes, "Besides, you don't want to send him wrong signals. Telling him you recommend him to work here, his ego would went straight through the ceiling."

"But I've told him I'm not interested in—"

"I know, he probably still has some hope in him. But you definitely need to move on. It's been a year since Finn—"

"Octavia." Clarke cut her sentence short, her whole body tensed at the mention of his name.

The shorter brunette looked up at her, hands still reaching around her back to tie her own apron. Her playful smile fell as she noticed the way Clarke had casted her eyes downwards, concern quickly clouded her face. "I'm sorry Clarke, I was just being blunt. You can't always—"

Once again, her sentence was cut off, but this time by the cling of the front doorbell. Octavia tried to reach for Clarke's hand, but the blonde quickly turn around without saying anymore word. Images of blood, tears, and Finn rushed into her mind so fast, she couldn't help the pang of pain on her chest. Her eyes were hot, a sign that tears had tried to force its way out. But as she reached the counter, a finger quickly brushing away the stray tears, she saw her.

It was Lexa, standing in front of a row of flowers. Her fingers delicately touching the petals of a rose. She looked amazing. Her hair fell loose down her shoulder and back. This time, she wore a white sleeveless shirt, showing a tattoo on her right upper arm. Even with so many colors around her, she was the one who seemed to glow. The way the warm sunlight from outside touched her pale skin, a reddish orange as it was nearing dusk, added the glowing effect even more.

"Clarke," she heard her say, the same pop of 'K', the same steadiness in her voice. Her fingers stilled against the petals, her stormy green eyes meeting her sea-like ones from accross the room.

"Lexa, right?" Clarke nodded in greeting, trying to be polite. But her heart jumped up in her ribcage, couldn't help but feel excited at the sight of that brunette. "What can I help you with?"

"I... actually... want to give you an update." Lexa said, gaze wandering around the room but to Clarke's eyes. She was dragging each words like she was unsure if it was the right thing to do. It was only confirmed when she really said, "I'm a weirdo. You obviously don't give a—"

"Please! I've been witing for an update." The blonde cut her.

The way Lexa then looked up to her, and the way her eyelashes seemed to flutter as she did so, almost made Clarke wonder if this was a dream. But then Lexa said, "Well", with a sheepish look upon her face. Clarke found herself leaning her elbows on the counter, waiting. "For starters, we broke up. And the flowers had her flipped out. Apparently, orang lilies mean Hate? And she demanded answers when she met me for dinner."

Clarke just chuckled, feeling a bit proud of herself. Lexa noticed, and just shook her head with a small smile before she continued.

"She told me how childish the note was, and that if it was a joke I should really stop. But then I told her that I knew about her... affair." Lexa visibly cringed, and Clarke flinched in her place, ached to sooth this stranger. "And she stopped yelling. She slid down the chair, looking guilty and... made a move to reach for my hand." Green eyes casted away, a look of agony passed her face for a split second. "I remember everything about that night, even those pearl earrings she wore."

Clarke was about to speak up, but for once in her life, she had nothing to say. She understood loss, but Lexa faced betrayal, not just loss. Lexa gaze then found its way back to Clarke's, a polite smile on her lips as she said, "I don't know anything about a childish note, did you or did you not add something to 'fuck up' a cheater?"

The blonde blushed, because not only did Lexa remember her exact words, but she was also caught. Realizing that she was right, Lexa arched up her eyebrow followed by an amused laugh.

"It was really childish, yeah," Clarke said, rolling her eyes to hide her embarrassment. "Remember that doodle? I made a much more advanced drawing of it on the card."

"Advanced drawing?" Lexa asked, a playful mocking tone in her voice.

"Oh, shut up. I drew the doodle to make a character for my children to look up to." Clarke defended as she ducked under the counter the look for the piece of paper.

"Children? You have children?"

"Students, children, same difference." Clarke said distractedly, her eyes finally fell on a crumpled paper with the doodle on it. She stood up, almost hitting herself on the counter, to be faced with Lexa. She was standing right in front of the counter, with her eyebrows tightly knitted together like she was trying to process something.

"So... you teach?" The brunette asked, with a tilt of her head so similar with the one from a week ago.

Clarke just shrugged, because she didn't think that it was a big deal. Lexa didn't ask her further questions as Clarke put the paper down on the counter. The green-eyed then noticed that instead of one, there was another doodle right next to the one she had seen.

"I finalize my character, and decided to draw it on the card as her first mission. She's supposed to be a hero, y'know." Clarke tapped the drawing with her forefinger with a huge smile plastered on her face.

Lexa's finger, on the other hand, then traced the outlines of the drawing. It was only half-bodied, wearing similar outfit as the first one, but it had a cape on now. The character's hair was braided, it fell on her shoulder. Her chin was held high, her head was attached to a long, slender neck. A warpaint graced her face, surrounding her eyes. She looked fierce, with a glint in her sharp eyes that Clarke drew so perfectly. Clarke drew her. She drew Lexa. A much more fierce version of Lexa.

"You drew me...?" Lexa breathed out, still taken aback by Clarke's wonderful talent.

"Yeah, with this comic bubble that said 'Fear me, woman! Cause betrayal is the worst crime of all. You shall be punished!' or something like that... y'know, to add something dramatic to her character." Clarke said, looking a bit worried. "Is that o—"

But then Lexa laughed, a real, genuine laugh. Clarke was utterly shocked, but pleased. She joined after Lexa seconds later, and Lexa didn't stop laughing until her eyes were watering.

"No wonder she called me childish," she said, shedding the remnants of tears off her eyes.

"But it got her mad, that's like 100 points for me." Clarke punched Lexa's shoulder playfully, a smirk upon her face.

"We fuck up a cheater's life then?"

"This is probably as far as we could do legally. Anything planned in my mind are mostly illegal."

"Like kill her?"

"No, just to lock her up in a cage full of hungry lions."

Lexa snorted, "typical."

"But effective." Clarke winked.

The sound of a thud then put them out of their playful conversation. Seconds later, Octavia then stumbled into the room, waving a box that got stuck on her leg around to shook it off. Clarke groaned internally because she was reminded once again that she was mad at Octavia.

"Clarke, I've got to go." Lexa whispered, eyeing a hectic Octavia warily.

"Um, yeah. Sorry for that." Clarke winced, pointing at her friend in embarrassment yet again.

"Just help her?" The brunette suggested.

"I'm supposed to be mad at her."

"Oh." Lexa breathed out, "Anyways, thanks again."

Before Clarke could answer her, Lexa's back was facing her and she took large steps towards the door. The sound of the bell followed, and Clarke's eyes followed Lexa's figure as she crossed the street through the window. The blonde couldn't help but think, that she had picked the right person for her character after all.

A/N: so, thank you so much for your reviews. they honestly made me feel so happy so here goes the second chapter! I hope you enjoy it x

leave reviews about what you think about this chapter + what you want to happen to Clarke/Lexa in the future? bc i've decided to turn this into a series