When Clarke gets home, she wants to relax, but remembers that Rita had invited her over. She throws on one of the new outfits she got, and headed over. Standing on the welcome mat, she knocks on the wooden door. She hears clacks on the other side coming closer, and the door swings open.
"Clarke! I didn't expect you to show up, it's good to see you!" Rita moves to the side to let her inside. Her apartment is a little smaller than Clarke's, being a one bedroom and all, but its clean and beautifully decorated and organized. Clarke looks around, observing, and Rita can't help but stare.
"So, do you speak spanish fluently?" Rita nods.
"Sí!" She exclaims. "I lived in spain for 8 years, and then I moved here. Sometimes I go visit, I was planning on going soon, but I'm a little short on money." She pours her and Clarke a cup of hot tea. "This here is a type of tea native to Spain, it's really good." Clarke agrees once she takes a sip.
"My friend, just moved to Italy a few months ago," she says, trying to sound positive. She takes another sip and watches Rita raise her eyebrows in response.
"You know, Italy is about an 18 hour drive, 2 hour flight from Spain. We could travel and visit together, if you want to." She offers. Clarke fiddles with her cup, deep in thought, and then shrugs.
"Um. Well the person, that moved there. We weren't really dating, but there was something. We kissed sometimes, and we spent a whole lot of time together. She was dating this other girl already, and wanted her to go to italy with her. Then I was in an accident, and I lost my memory. It only lasted a few days, and i thought i was doing the right thing, but. I lied about not having a memory so she would go to italy, I didn't want her to stay because of me." Clarke looked down, trying to hide the tears that slid down her cheeks.
Rita's fingers met her chin, and she pulled her face up. They locked eyes for a moment and Rita wiped her tears. "Sounds like you need to apologize, in person." Clarke nods and leans into her chest. Maybe she was right.
Abby and Lydia starred as Clarke, for the first time in months, scarfed down her food. They exchanged looks but remained silent as to not interrupt the miracle happening before their eyes. They were in Clarke's apartment, seated at the small table. Abby had finally decided that it was necessary for Clarke to move back in. She pushed a wrapped package across the table. "What's this?"
"A new cell phone. Your's broke, right?" Clarke nods and gives her mother a small nod.
"Thank you."
Abby and Lydia laugh and talk for the rest of the night, and Clarke makes the hardest decision of her life.
"Are you sure you're okay to stay here by yourself tonight?" Abby asks, poking her head into Clarke's bedroom.
"Yeah mom, I'll be fine," Abby smiles and tells her goodbye. Lydia also pokes her head in, double checks that Clarke is okay, and they leave together.
As soon as she is sure they are gone, she goes down to the coffee shop and grabs as much money as she can that will go without notice. Then she gather whatever else she has in her apartment, messily packs a few bags, and makes her way down the hallway.
The spanish writing on the mat pops out at her sleepy eyes. She knocks on the door, but not too loud. Heavy footsteps reach the door, and when it opens, Rita stands in a short gown. "Clarke? What are you doing here, it's almost midnight," she yawns out, rubbing her eyes.
"Pack your bags, we're going to Spain."
