And story number two. Hello again. Thanks to everyone interested in this story for reviewing and subscribing. As you can see I'll update both stories at the same time to not pick favourites. :)

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Chapter 2

Clarke furrowed her brows at the unexpected comment. "Um. Excuse me?" She asked in confusion.

The Chef looked thoroughly dumbfounded, opening her mouth a couple of times, but no words would come out.

"Unless you expect me to be a mind reader -" Clarke tried again.

"I didn't expect you to be a woman." The Chef interrupted her, hissing the words making it very clear she had trouble articulating due her annoyance.

"Yeah, I figured. Care to elaborate?" Clarke adopted a smile hoping to relax the strained conversation she had found herself in.

"Well." Lexa composed herself and straightened her back. She breathed slowly in and out one more time, before carefully wording her thoughts. "I never expected a woman to have so little empathy and understanding, and yet so much arrogance and ignorance to judge an unknown situation with so harsh and hurtful and untrue words as you have." She finally managed with a low gravelly voice.

"I beg your pardon. What on earth are you talking about?" Clarke's smile fell quickly off her face, and anger about the accusation took over for a short moment, before she schooled her features into her professional mask, having learned how to react to her unwanted criticism.

"My name is Lexa Woods."

"And that should tell me what exactly?"

"You don't even remember?"

"Listen, if this is about my job, please contact the newspaper, I'm here on vacation." Clarke lied and sat back down, lifting her wine glass and downing it in one gulp. She didn't want to deal with an angry cook, who apparently thought she'd remember all of her hundreds of reviews she had written over the years.

"Right. Ok. Well if you don't mind, I'll return to work on my 'non-suspenseful and solid food preparations'." Lexa huffed and stalked back to the kitchen. She would never have thought in a million years that the Clarke Griffin, sour-worded food critic, was in fact a woman; a breathtakingly beautiful woman. 'Scratch that thought', Lexa reprimanded herself. 'She was a heartless, scrupulous person.' She thought and nodded to her internal dialogue, when she stormed back through the doors.

"What the…" Clarke sat stunned and baffled at her table, eyes still fixed on the kitchen entrance, where the chef had vanished through. She racked her memory, trying hard to remember anything about a Lexa Woods. Just this year she had reviewed more than forty restaurants and hotels. How was she supposed to keep track? She stood up bitterly and left the place. This was not how she envisioned her cruise experience to go.

When she entered her cabin she went directly to her laptop to screen her past articles. After going through her latest work without any success, she decided to search her computer for the chef's name and finally found something.

"Wow, that's a long term grudge to hold. Six fucking months." She puffed her chest and read her own words. She had to agree though. She hadn't been nice in her criticism, however, Clarke never questioned herself when looking back. She trusted, she had made the experience she had written down was an accurate summary and therefore the review of the service and food and whatever else she had mentioned on the day of her visit was correct. It wasn't her job to go and interview people to learn the backstory. A customer wouldn't magically understand, why they are charged to pay for awful food, just because the chef went through a sad phase in life or whatever the reason. 'This wasn't how things work. Deliver a spot on performance or be scolded for sloppy work. That was how it worked.' Clarke thought after reading her review once more.

"Anyway little Ms 'Wrongly-judged' has done well for herself in the last 6 months." Clarke said to herself, when she'd googled Lexa's name to learn more about her. She scrunched up her nose. "Shouldn't really complain and if she keeps cooking such good food, she'll get her excellent 'Griffin critique'." Clarke mumbled, standing up and opening a small bottle of wine from her minibar, settling on the little balcony of her cabin.

After the restaurant had closed and the kitchen had been cleaned, Lexa found herself jogging on the ship's racetrack. Never in a million years had she thought she would cross paths with the person, who had nearly destroyed her career. She was still fuming when she thought back to her short confrontation with the food critic herself.

"What a pompous ass." She exclaimed frustratingly and pushed to run even faster. She collapsed shortly afterwards and panted profusely when two women approached her.

"Hi there. Lexa right?" She looked up and recognised one of the brunettes who had showed her to her room.

"Octavia." She said straightening up and smiled.

"This is Raven, my girlfriend. She's Head Engineer on board." She introduced her proudly. "Ray, this is Lexa the new Chef."

"Oh that's you?" Raven said surprised. "People have been talking about you. Must be a shooting star in your field. Welcome on board Chef." She extended her hand in greeting.

"Head Engineer? Must be a shooting star in your field too." She complimented back, shaking the offered hand with a grin.

"What are you doing out here? You know you can't escape on a boat no matter how fast you run." Octavia observed.

"Oh that. Just been haunted by a ghost from my past." Lexa explained her mad pace from a few moments ago.

"Oh wow. That can be exhausting. Hey, we're heading to the 'official tour downtime drink'. Remember me inviting you earlier?" They smiled at her expectantly.

"Oh yes. Well I'd rather shower and rest. It has been a long first day."

"Aw really?" Raven pouted at her. "You should come. Everyone working on the ship, who's off for the day, will be there. Best time to make friends." She explained.

"If you put it like that…" Lexa trailed off, scraping her shoes over the gritted surface of the running track.

"Tell you what? We'll pick you up in 30 minutes."

Upon a short approving nod, they walked back the direction they had come from leaving Lexa cursing under her breath for letting herself be persuaded to join the party.

It was shortly before midnight, when Clarke returned from her balcony with the empty wine bottle and a bored expression.

"What do people do at night on a ship?" She wondered out loud looking at the map hanging on the back of her cabin door. "Club20?" She read off the paper and smiled. "Sounds like I need to explore this one."

She changed into a tight short dress and put on her heels, before quickly applying some light makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. When she was happy with her appearance she left and ventured to the club. It didn't take her long to find her way. Music wafted through the deck the club was located on, summoning her closer and closer. When she entered the cool 'South Beach' style nightclub her eyes went wide upon seeing Go-Go dancers and living statues on stages and pedestals. She did not expect this on a family cruise and it surprised her positively. 'Fun for everyone indeed', she mused and entered the club further, squeezing past other patrons, who were dancing along to the music, to reach the bar. She ordered her drink and sat down to observe the venue which was decorated with billowing sheers of fabric from floor to ceiling, lots of rainbow coloured spotlights, and an amazing DJ transforming people into a single moving mass. Clarke nodded in approval, mentally taking notes to add to her journal, when the door opened again, and three beautiful women entered the club.

What the hell was she supposed to wear to a party on a ship?

Lexa stood in front of her wardrobe after her shower in simple black underwear and rummaged through her choices. She finally settled on formfitting pants and a button down shirt rolling up her sleeves over her elbows. She picked her favourite long chain and draped it around her neck before adjusting her still wet hair into small braids, leaving the majority of it loose to dry. She applied her strong eye makeup knowing it would give her a little more confidence and was ready by the time she heard the knock. She slipped on her comfy sneakers and opened the door.

"Woah." Raven exclaimed and earned a smack on her arm. "I mean. Hello." She tried again, grinning wittily at Octavia.

"I'm right here." The small brunette exclaimed, but turned to face Lexa as well. "You do look hot though." She confirmed Raven's sentiment.

"Thanks ladies." Lexa had blushed at the attention she had earned. "You guys look great too."

"Yeah, let's go."

When they entered the bar, Lexa let her eyes wander to the Go-Go dancers on various stages, moved on to the long drapes fluttering in an artificial breeze and finally rested for a short moment on the wriggling pack of party goers. "Wow." She breathed out audibly, when she sat down at the bar to order herself a drink.

"Yeah, you can say that again." A low chuckle accompanied the statement and Lexa quickly glanced to the source of the raspy voice. Her eyes went as big as saucers when she realised to whom the tantalising sound belonged. She averted her gaze immediately, cursing under her breath for swooning over the 'fucking bluest eyes she had ever seen' and finally cleared her throat. "Are you stalking me now?"

"Well..." Clarke smiled sweetly. "I was here first. Looks like…" She let her eyes roam over the fit body of the Chef, making her successfully squirm under her attentiveness, before stopping her exploration at the brunette's face. "you're the one, who's stalking me."

"You are impossible." Lexa growled out. "How dare you."

"Relax Ms Woods. I'm not here to judge you." Clarke winked at the double meaning of her words. She didn't intend to rile up the other woman, but she made it so easy. "Can I invite you for a drink?" She asked innocently. "Consider it a peace offering?"

"I do not wish to drink with a cynical, cold hearted woman." Lexa hissed back.

"Ok." The smile finally dropped and Clarke adopted a serious expression almost glaring at the brunette, who was standing now, ready to leave. "You want me to be an asshole? I'll give you an asshole. My article was accurate for the day of my visit. If you can't offer proper, top notch, star worthy products, close the damn business, but stop whining about unfair or incorrect or non-empathic words." She stood up as well. "And for the record, I'm neither cynical nor cold-hearted. Judging restaurants and their food is what I'm paid for." With that she brushed past the angry brunette and stormed out of the club.

Lexa followed her with her eyes until she left the premises and sank down onto the bar stool once more. The blonde's words echoed in her head, and left her mulling over the actual article. She couldn't quite believe her train of thought, but the blonde had been right about closing the restaurant, when she had realised she wasn't going to be able to deliver their usual quality. Not that would have been her decision to make anyway. Besides, Lexa had read the blonde's reviews before and after her own and had still thought her choice of words were too harsh and the critique too personal. She sighed and signalled for the female bartender.

"Hi there. What's your poison of the night?" She was asked with a soft smile.

"Just a plain whiskey on the rocks please."

"Coming right up." The woman slid to the other side of her bar to fix the drink and materialised a few moments later in front of Lexa. "There you go, gorgeous."

"Um, thanks." She smiled at the flirtatious words and took a tiny sip. "Good one."

"I would say so. Only high quality stuff here." They exchanged a smile and the woman moved off to another patron leaving Lexa alone with her nagging thoughts. The majority of the past six months had been spent in hatred and anger for this Clarke Griffin person. Thinking back ten minutes ago, it had felt great to finally say what she had thought about the critic, but as soon as she'd seen the hurt in those beautiful eyes and heard the words spoken with that raspy voice, she wondered, if maybe she should overthink her stance on the matter. Lexa was deeply in thought, absentmindedly finishing her drink, when a fresh glass with her chosen poison appeared in front of her.

"I'm Costia. By the way." The bartender offered.

"Hi Costia." Lexa smiled warmly at the other woman. "Lexa."

"Nice to meet you Lexa. Your first cruise?"

"Yeah. Just started working here today actually."

"You work here? Oh my." Costia smiled widely and straightened up. "Well, in that case…" She trailed off and let her gaze wander over Lexa. "I'm done in 2 hours. Fancy a personal tour of the boat?"

Lexa laughed heartedly at the eager woman. "Oh that's really a kind offer, but I already had a tour of the boat today. I'm always happy to make a new friend however."

"Ok. I settle for friend then." Costia winked and added in a low whisper. "For now."

Lexa only smiled and shook her head in disbelief.

Clarke couldn't calm down. She was so mad at this Lexa Woods. How dare she call her cold-hearted? She was always proud to be able to distance herself enough, to only focus on the given food or dish and evaluate nothing but the service. Some of her colleagues included the treatment of other patrons in their reviews as well, but Clarke stuck to her opinion of only judging her own first hand experiences.

"Cold-hearted. Pff!" She stepped up to the railing and lowered her upper body down to rest her arms on the cold metal bars. The night was extremely clear and on the ocean between the Caribbean Islands there was no air pollution either. She let her gaze travel freely, roaming the vast expanse of the sky; darkened by the night but illuminated by a million stars. She couldn't identify any constellations, apart from Orion, but she enjoyed the tiny flecks of energy twinkling and shining on the black canvas.

"It's beautiful." A calm voice stated behind her. She slowly looked over her shoulder to see a young brunette approaching her. Clarke smiled and started to nod.

"Yes, it is." She confirmed and turned back.

"Your first cruise?"

"Yes."

"Hope you like it. I'm Octavia. I'm one of the fitness instructors here on board." She said and lifted her hand in greeting. "In case you get bored with the beautiful landscapes or the day trips, you could always check out the gym, in case you're missing your home workout."

"I'm good. Thanks though." She replied and almost as an afterthought she added, "I'm Clarke."

Octavia had walked up to the balcony and leaned with her hip against the banister. "Are you ok?" She asked in concern.

Clarke looked at her in surprise. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Saw you storming out of the club. You looked very upset."

"Oh." Clarke furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Don't worry. I'm not hitting on you. It's not allowed, but…" She smiled warmly. "I also have a girlfriend. However, it's my job to make sure our passengers are happy."

"Ok." Clarke breathed out with a smile. "I wasn't thinking you were hitting on me."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really something to talk about. Apparently I'd written an article about your Chef and it's safe to assume she's pissed."

"You're a food critic?"

"Journalist who judges restaurants." Clarke corrected. "I'd love to write other things, but I'm good at it and my bosses won't let me go."

"So… bad critique for our super star?"

"It wasn't the best day I guess." Clarke shrugged it off, wondering why she was talking about it at all, when the door to the club opened again and another brunette exited and headed straight over to them. "O? You ok?" She touched the shoulder of the addressed woman softly and turned towards her.

"Yes of course. This is Clarke." She introduced them and the woman eyed the blonde suspiciously.

"I don't know anyone with that name working on the ship." She stated matter-of-factly.

"You know all your colleagues? I highly doubt that." Clarke laughed.

"I'm a certified genius and you're not one of our colleagues." She turned back to her girlfriend with a questioning look.

"Relax babe, Clarke is a passenger. I saw her leaving rather upset and wanted to make sure she was ok."

"You're the girlfriend?" Clarke smiled genuinely.

"Yeah." Raven mumbled and placed her arm around Octavia's waist. "So, what's cooking?"

"Funny you wording it like that. Apparently, our newest addition, Lexa, is mad about an article, Clarke here had written about her." She said, as if they'd known each other for longer than five minutes.

Clarke felt weird about the fact, that it didn't feel weird talking to them. She'd never met anyone in her life, she'd felt at ease with so quickly.

Upon Raven's questioning look, Clarke lifted her hands in a reassuring manor. "No, really. I don't want it to be an issue. It's nothing. It's my job and I can handle the anger." She explained. "Guess I just hadn't expected to be confronted when on vacation, that's all." She shrugged again, trying to play it down.

"Understandably. Well she only started working here today, so we don't really know her." Octavia offered. "Anyway, since this is your first cruise, are you going to enjoy any shore excursions?" She changed the subject and Clarke smiled thankfully.

"I've been booked for all of them."

"Wow, you'll be busy then."

"Well Clarke, if you get bored with the families or old couples -"

"There's always your gym. I get it." She interrupted with a smile.

"I meant to say, come looking for us. Raven has a normal nine to five job and I'm off latest at eight after the last yoga class each night."

"Thanks." She mumbled appreciatively, wondering for a second, if the two felt the same way about her that she felt about them. "Guess I will take you up on the offer. Are you allowed to eat with passengers?"

"Sadly not, but we can meet at the club?"

"Is it open every night?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Thanks… Octavia right?" The addressed nodded with a smile. "And Raven." Clarke had turned to the other woman, who nodded as well. "Was really good talking to you." Clarke turned towards the staircase. "I'll head to bed now though."

"Was nice too. Have a good day tomorrow." They waved and smiled and returned back to the club, whilst Clarke climbed the stairs to her deck.

The next morning came quicker than she thought and she cursed the world and everyone in it for her tight schedule. Clarke had to remind herself constantly that she wasn't on vacation, but had to write about her experiences. Once she had returned from her short excursion to the ships Nightclub, she had sat down and had quickly dabbled down some impressions she had had from the club. Her run-in with the chef had obviously soured the first day, but Clarke wouldn't let the woman get to her and destroy the short time she had on the luxurious trip. With her newly established motivation to focus on her job, Clarke had gotten dressed and had gone to get breakfast, before she getting ready for her trip. She had observed the docking earlier in the morning. Clarke had been awestruck at the preciseness of the movements it had taken to anchor the cruise ship. They had arrived at eight in the morning in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas. The excursion would start at 9:30, so Clarke was eager to get some food and more necessarily coffee into her system, before leaving. The brochure for the trip advertised St. Thomas as having a famous shopping district, a fascinating history and natural scenery. They invited the visitor to explore the island's diverse heritage in Charlotte Amalie, or suggested splashing your way around at vibrant reefs or gorgeous beaches. Clarke had never been to the place and looked forward to seeing it. After checking out for the day, she slowly walked down the gangway and adjusted her sunglasses. She was taking her time, observing the little island from her vantage point, when someone behind her cleared her throat in annoyance. She hadn't been aware she was blocking anyone's way and turned in surprise to face whoever had been held back by her. Soon enough she found herself face to face with Lexa.

"You again?" The brunette growled, clearly irritated.

"Um, you should check your staff hand book for the appropriate behaviour you should demonstrate towards passengers. This is not the right way." Clarke answered, just as aggravated.

"Well, don't saunter down the gangway as if no one in this world has a job to do."

"Just ask to pass, my god." Clarke hissed and stepped as close to the railing as possible. Lexa looked at her for a moment, before lowering her gaze again and pressing past the blonde. "A thank you wouldn't hurt either." She heard behind her and turned back. "Thank you." And with that she quickly ran down the rest of the way and over to a truck, which had parked up next to the loading entrance of the ship. Clarke watched her shaking hands with the driver and accepting a clipboard. She observed her reading over the papers and nodding to something the driver explained. After a few moments, Clarke started walking again, but didn't take her eyes off of the brunette. Something in her energy and excitement caught the blonde's interest. By the time she had stepped off the ship, Clarke was ushered to a waiting bus. She entered and sighed upon seeing it already full with families. She just hoped they would be getting off at the beach, so she could enjoy a calm day exploring the small town of Charlotte Amalie and what it had to offer. She settled in the back and leaned against the window. She could see the offloading of the truck with Lexa jumping between packages, opening them, looking at the contents and nodding in approval with a big beautiful smile on her face. 'Wow', Clarke thought. 'Who would have thought, the grumpy cook has such a gorgeous smile in her repertoire?' She further mused and couldn't stop herself from smiling too. Before getting too absorbed in the antics of the woman at the dock, the bus closed its doors and drove off.

After she had managed to piss off the journalist again, Lexa had scolded herself all the way down the gangway. She had been stupid. All it had needed would have been a kind request to be let through, but she hadn't been able to take her mind off the delivery of the ordered groceries. She was worried the quality wasn't good enough or that half of her order would have gone missing. Her mind had been anywhere but on the path, when she was hindered from getting down. She huffed and puffed and by the time she had realised, who her anger catalyst was, it had been too late. At least she had managed to thank her.

Lexa stopped dwelling on it, as soon as she approached the truck with her groceries. She quickly exchanged pleasantries with the driver and started scanning the packing list offered by the company. She was relieved to see all her orders on the sheet with nothing missing. By the time the truck had opened up and the unloading process had started, she was running between the parcels to check on her fruit and fish and fresh herbs. It smelled like heaven and after a while Lexa let herself relax. She smiled at the scents filling her nose. She would be able to create some incredible dishes with the stuff in front of her.

She had almost forgotten her incident with the blonde, but after finalising the transport into the depth of the ship, she straightened and let her gaze wander over the dock. The busses to pick up the passengers were gone. Despite her deep rooted anger for the journalist, she hadn't forgotten one thing since meeting her. Clarke Griffin had praised her food. The hated critic had said wonderful things about the dinner the previous day. 'Maybe…' Lexa started to think but was interrupted by someone stepping up to her.

"Hi there Lexa."

She blinked a few times to adjust her vision and recognised the bartender from last night. "Costia? You're up early for your line of business."

"I didn't know you're the Chef." She said and it sounded half accusatory and half impressed.

"I wasn't aware I had to add that to my name." Lexa answered surprised.

"Don't be silly, but you should mention it. It's not everyday we have an almost celebrity on board cooking for us mortals." Costia smiled warmly at her.

"Oh." Lexa let out, blushing at the compliment. "I'm hardly a celebrity."

"I said 'almost', gorgeous."

"Right."

"What are your plans for the day. Please don't say hiding in the kitchen."

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm paid to be in the kitchen cooking."

"That's sad. I had hoped you had some time to come swimming."

"Sorry." Lexa brushed past her, but found delicate fingers stopping her from leaving. The hand around her wrist loosened its soft grip and long fingers danced up Lexa's arm. "Let me know when you change your mind." With that the bartender turned and walked off to a row of taxis waiting at the border of the harbour area. Once she was further away Lexa looked down her arm at her hand and opened her fist to reveal a piece of paper. She unfolded it and sighed.

I'd love to get to know you. 398 772 95 68

Costia

She had zero interest in anything remotely intimate at the moment. She had just started her new position and was still within the probation time of three months. She didn't want to risk her job by hooking up with a colleague. It wouldn't look good on her resume, Lexa was sure. She sighed again and crumpled the paper into her pants pocket. She would have to deal with it later, now was not the time for drama. Now was the time for magic. She smiled and quickly ran off to her kitchen.

Clarke had a wonderful time. As predicted the families got off at the beaches, leaving only a handful of older couples and her to explore the island. They had been taken to the centre of the town, given instructions on were to find things and when to meet again, and with that the bus had departed.

Clarke walked off alone. She was used to being on her own. It didn't bother her. An elderly woman had followed her and by the time Clarke exited the third knick-knack store she stopped and turned to the woman.

"I don't want to be rude, but why are you following me?" She asked.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear. You reminded me of my granddaughter. Emily wanted to come with me on this trip, but she caught an ugly bug and couldn't make it."

"I'm sorry for Emily. I hope she'll be ok."

"Well, looks like she's keeping the ugly bug for a while."

Upon Clarke's confused raise of eyebrows, the old lady smiled wickedly and whispered. "The ugly bug's name is Drake Carson, a 20 something wannabe."

"Wait. Are you telling me your granddaughter stood you up for her boyfriend?" Clarke asked in utter disbelief.

"That's exactly what happened. Met him two days before the trip and told me she couldn't come anymore." She said, but the sombre expression was quickly replaced with a cheerful smile. "Do you mind me tagging along with you dear?"

"I'm really sorry." Clarke couldn't suppress the laughter anymore. "My name is Clarke and it's my pleasure." She said after a moment, offering her hand in greeting.

"Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Betty. Thank you Clarke." Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "I have the feeling we'll be having fun."

And Betty had been right. By the time they had had to be back at the market place to catch the bus back to the ship, they had explored the island as best as they could without once stopping talking. The older woman had a life full of stories and Clarke had been eager to listen to her. They enjoyed each other's company to the fullest and sat next to each other on the bus.

"Betty, I had a blast today. Thanks for stalking me." Clarke said in amusement.

"You are a blessing to be around Clarke. Such an interesting young woman."

"Thank you. I find you quite entertaining yourself. Say, do you have someone to share your dinner with?"

"No."

"Well, Betty. What do think about you and I getting a good bottle of whatever and hijacking the dinner hall?"

"Sounds like one of my own ideas."

By the time they had reached the ship both were happily exhausted and bid their farewell for the time being. They agreed on meeting up again for the late dinner round so Betty could have a nap.

Half an hour later, Clarke lounged in a beach chair, next to the swimming pool, and enjoyed a cold beer. She had been in the pool to cool down from the day and relaxed now watching people around her enjoying themselves. She let her gaze roam over couples and kids and stopped surprised when she saw Lexa at the bottom of some stairs, talking to another woman. She was wearing loose fitting running shorts and a tight tank top. She looked tense but smiled politely. A wave of sympathy washed over the blonde, when Lexa's gaze fell onto her and she could see the tiredness radiating off of her. Being responsible for all the people's nourishment must be exhausting. Upon Lexa's frown, she raised an eyebrow and challenged her. It only took a second for the Chef to avert her gaze back to the other woman, who had put her hand on Lexa's arm. They exchanged a few more words and then Lexa quickly jumped down the stairwell, two steps at a time and out of Clarke's view.

Clarke felt torn between being annoyed or enamoured by the cook. Their interactions clearly lacked any hospitality, but the sight of the woman left her breathless.

Lexa had used the little time between finishing the food preparations for the night and the start of dinner-time to go to the gym. She felt exhausted by her work out and tired due to the late night. On her way downstairs she stumbled into Costia.

"Hi. Wow look at you. All fit and sweaty." She flirted openly.

"Hey. How was your day?" Lexa asked, letting her gaze quickly wander over the pool, before her heart did a little jump when she spotted the blonde antichrist relaxing in a tiny bikini on one of the beach chairs. She quickly looked back to Costia, trying in vain to follow the conversation.

"When are you off tonight?"

"Um, no idea. Depends when we're done cleaning the kitchen. How long will you be busy?" She asked, her mind already travelling back to the blonde, who looked straight at her the moment she let her gaze follow her train of thought. 'Shit!' Lexa thought and frowned. 'Is she raising her eyebrows? Oh yeah she is. Shit, shit, shit!' She looked back at the brunette when she felt fingers on her arm. "Oh sorry. Spaced out for a second. What were you saying?"

"My shift ends 2 in the morning. Wanna pick me up afterwards?"

"That's too late. I've got work in the morning. Sorry." She apologised and left the deck as quickly as possible, trying to outrun the image of a sparsely clad food critic with a gorgeous face and an absolutely breathtakingly spectacular body.

Alright... what do you think of this one now? More interesting now? The phone number is fake (at least I'd hope so), please don't try calling the poor person.

In regards of updates, I won't be able to do them regularly. I'm sorry, but I promise I will update as quickly as possible.

Cheers and thanks.