"It took you ages to come down," Clarke exclaimed as Lexa climbed in the passenger seat of her car with her backpack in her hands.

"Sorry, couldn't find the scarf." She muttered while trying to put a very resilient seatbelt on.

Clarke laughed and attempted to help her, but Lexa smacked her hand away. When she finally managed Clarke had already started the car, driving out the parking lot of her condo. "So, where are we going?"

"Oh, it's nothing special, but you will like it." Clarke smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. She glanced only briefly, noticing Lexa had put eye-liner, which she told her she usually didn't because she had to take it off before work. She found it nice, it highlighted her already big eyes.

Her eyes landed on the backpack, lingering for a second on the glaring red letters of Lexa's name yet again. Then, as she turned to the left, Lexa's building disappearing in the distance once and for all, she reminded the two letters. L + C. She wanted to ask if she already had someone, if Clarke had misunderstood it all.

"Come on, I hate surprises."

"I already told you all you need to know."

Lexa rolled her eyes, but her annoyance was quickly taken over by interest. "You just told me it will be at a theatre! That's not helpful." She protested, "Come on, just a clue. A tiny little one."

Clarke fought off a grin, determined not to give in. "Ask me a question and I'll answer it."

Lexa began weighing her options immediately, "Is it… does it need a reservation?"

"Nope."

"Ok. Then it's not opera."

Clarke laughed, "Do you think I would go to opera dressed like this?" she said, signifying her high-heeled boots, skinny jeans and rather plain turtleneck sweater.

Lexa scoffed, but she had to admit it was rather strange going to opera in casual clothes, so she found herself biting her lip to contain a smile, "Shut up. You never know, life is this random succession of weird events, one moment—" she was interrupted by Clarke's laughter, which she quickly joined. "No seriously, I didn't think you were taking me to see opera."

"Do you like that sort of thing?" Clarke asked, curious about what Lexa did in her spare time.

"I used to play cello," Lexa shrugged, "I listened to quite a lot of classical music. Whatever my teacher threw at me, pretty much. I miss it a bit, sometimes."

Clarke nodded. Lexa didn't strike her as the musical type, but she could quite picture it. Lexa engrossed in an exercise, repeating difficult passages over and over again until they were perfect. Or maybe closing her eyes she played a deep, rumbling sound, feeling it in her bones.

Scratch that, Lexa must surely have been something to see while she played. "Why did you quit?"

"Got lazy. School, work…" Lexa hoped she sounded casual enough about it, not wanting to explain for the millionth time all the reasons that made her quit.

"But you liked it?"

"Yeah," she confirmed.

"You should play something for me, if you think you can. I'd like it."

"I can consider it," Lexa allowed, shrugging. The car stopped, and Lexa realized they were arrived. She looked outside, seeing they had parked in front of an old theatre which had been closed for at least the last five years. Frowning, she turned to ask Clarke about it.

Clarke was looking at her with a warm smile, "Come on."

From Octavia: Griffin! How did it go?

To Octavia: She loved it! Thank you so much

From Octavia: I couldn't see you, where were you?

To Octavia: We were kinda late, we had to sit in the back rows, but we didn't miss anything

From Octavia: Mmmh, look at you two already getting it on and arriving late

To Octavia: I will murder you, O. She took a bit when I went to pick her up

From Octavia: If you'd let me meet her I'd stop making your life hell, but…

To Octavia: 1) you wouldn't. ever. If anything you'd get worse, if possible 2) it's too soon 3) she's back gotta go, love you

From Octavia: 1) whatevs 2) whatevs 3) love you too

"It was really interesting. And different from anything I've ever seen," Lexa stated as she handed Clarke a milkshake and sat near her. She took it, shoving her phone in her pocket.

"It really is." Clarke agreed, taking a sip. "What character did you like the most?"

"Oh, I really liked that one girl who died halfway through? What a shame,"

"Yes, the head of the clan. You're right, that part is kind of anticlimactic because you expect her to survive, but then she dies and it's... ugh."

"Yeah. Also, the girl who wasn't supposed to exist was a real badass."

Clarke widened her eyes, "Oh my god,"

"What?"

"That was a friend of mine. If she catched you saying that, we both wouldn't hear the end of it." And Clarke was going to make sure that, at least for the moment, she wouldn't.

"Well, she deserves it. I'm pretty picky when it comes to this kind of things, you know."

Clarke smiled, "Good thing my taste is amazing, then. I wouldn't have wanted you to fall asleep on me. Again."

"Oh my god, will you let it go already?" Lexa laughed, trying to seem offended. "I'm a hard worker, I don't deserve this."

"Mh, sure you are," Clarke nodded with a smug smirk, "Don't think I missed it when you were about to drop three plates after you tripped on air."

Lexa gaped, "It only happened once!"

"Three plates, Lexa, I don't know here if I can overlook such a thing,"

Lexa clicked her tongue, "You wouldn't be able to do it in your dreams—"

Clarke laughed whole-heartedly, "You blushed so hard, it was really the best thing,"

Lexa rambled about rude costumers, but Clarke wasn't paying attention, too mesmerized by Lexa's gesticulating and weird expressions.

"—not only once, but twice! And he didn't even apologize! You don't even know how costumers—"

"Look at you," Clarke spoke, shaking her head. She was already fond of the girl who defended herself passionately even in the most meaningless of arguments. Clarke bit her lip, still smiling. "Waitress Lexa against the world, with her denim backpack and her weird habit of falling asleep on me on the ride home."

Lexa smiled, her eyes sparkling, and glanced for a second at the backpack in her lap. It was sincere, almost too much. The silence was loaded with something that wasn't tension, something lighter but somehow still solid. Lexa blinked once, her eyes had returned to look back into Clarke's, and that brought the blonde back to the present.

"Not that I mind," she added, "In the slightest. In fact I kind of like it. Especially the last part. You give off that vibe like you're an undercover heroine trying to keep the status quo."

Lexa raised her eyebrow, "My life seems that boring?"

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way, don't put words in my mouth." Clarke rushed to correct herself, "I mean, it seems that there's a lot more than is shown."

"Oh, there always is. Everybody is interesting in a way,"

"I wanted to say that— you know, you— fuck it. I'm just making an ass of myself." Clarke huffed at the same time Lexa burst into laughter, "I'm gonna quit talking. It's your turn now."

"What am I supposed to say?" Lexa grinned.

"You aren't supposed to say anything. Just say whatever comes to your mind." Clarke stated, folding her arms and putting on an uninterested expression.

Lexa gaped in silence. She knew Clarke was faking being offended, so she decided to play along. "Well, there are a lot of things we could talk about." Lexa started, feigning seriousness, "We could for example focus on the mating cycles of giraffes. I'm not really sure they breed in specific periods of the year, but we could Google it or something. Now, what really interests me is—"

Clarke slowly began laughing, "You're fucking unbelievable,"

"Yes, I am," Lexa sing-songed.

"Let's go somewhere." Clarke proclaimed, "Like, let's take a walk. Or we can go see a movie."

Lexa looked at her watch, "It's kind of late."

"I'll give you a ride back." Clarke assured, "I wasn't gonna leave you like that. Besides, you can fall asleep in my car too."

Lexa huffed a laugh, ignoring Clarke's smirk. She considered it, thinking about Indra. She would be already back home by now, probably waiting for her. She felt a little selfish, but she eventually reasoned that she didn't stay up late on the regular, so maybe she could ask…

"Let me see if I can." Clarke nodded as Lexa dialed Indra's number.

The phone rang four times before Indra picked up, "Alexandria?"

"Indra, hey."

"Hey. What is it? Everything alright?" she sounded a bit concerned, so Lexa didn't waste another second to reassure her.

"Everything's fine, Indra. I was wondering if I could get back a little later than usual?"

"Mh, how much later?" Indra inspected much more relaxed than before, tone turning only a little inquiring.

"An hour, two tops."

"Hon, I'm working tomorrow morning." She sighed, and Lexa could picture her rubbing her own temples.

"Oh," Lexa nodded, already accepting she was going to tell Clarke she needed to be home soon. "Okay."

After a beat of silence, Indra spoke again. "Do you have your keys?"

Lexa frowned, "Yes."

"Then don't be back too late. I'm going to bed in a while, but I will know."

Lexa smiled, taking a mental note that she could somehow bribe Murphy into keeping his mouth shut for once, just in case. "I won't, promise. Sleep well, auntie."

"Goodnight, Lexa." Indra replied softly, closing the call.

Lexa yawned as the both of them walked towards the car. They had decided to take a walk, even though it was quite breezy.

As they walked, they had discussed about the play they had seen, the both of them expressing their opinions on the characters and the story in general. Lexa liked that Clarke didn't immediately try to get her to talk about herself; they had conversation about trivial things. Books, films, funny anecdotes such as that time Clarke was running late to class (and literally running to get there) and spilled an iced tea on an old lady who turned out to be her new teacher. There weren't awkward pauses; or at least, Lexa didn't think of them as awkward. They ended up meeting each other's gaze and holding it with a shy smile and a laugh ready to erupt. Quite far from awkward, if you ask Lexa.

"Ready to get back home?" Clarke asked as she turned the key in the car lock.

Lexa hummed, flashing a slightly spent smile. They were silent for most of the ride, Clarke checking on her once in a while, just to make sure she didn't really doze off in the meantime. As they arrived near her house, she couldn't stop herself from asking. "Did you enjoy the night?"

Lexa's smile stretched lazily, and Clarke felt like smiling too at the sight of it. "Very much."

Lexa still held her smile as she went on, "I'm paying next time."

Clarke didn't expect a kiss, not a proper one. So when Lexa leaned in, Clarke sucked in a deep breath, parting her lips almost on reflex, even with the tiniest bit of hesitancy.

But what came next surprised her even more than a proper kiss would have. Lexa's lips did touch hers, but it was chaste, a minuscule peck on the side of her mouth, just enough to make Clarke shiver a bit.

Lexa's words echoed in her head as the brunette disappeared behind the door of her building, leaving a Clarke unable to stop grinning once again, as she hopped in her car and drove home.