The lights in the grocery store were a bit brighter this morning.

Lexa held her phone close, reading her latest message. The corner of her lip tug up in a half smirk as her eyes scanned over each word carefully. She and Clarke had spoken every day since the first text. Their conversations were always a range of different things. From getting to know you questions to really bad jokes to awkward flirting (mostly on Lexa's part). Lexa had to admit, the getting to know you questions were her favorite.

"If you walk into a shelf, I'm going to laugh." Anya warned, pulling a box from the metal shelving. She turned it and began to read. "Just letting you know."

Lexa turned as she lowered her phone. She watched her sister as she studied the ingredients. "I'm not going to run into a shelf." Her eyes narrowed in a mock glare. "I'll have you know I am more than capable of doing several things at once."

Anya rolled her eyes and tossed the box into the already half full cart. "I am well aware, Commander." She teased as she leaned forward and pushed the cart down the aisle. "It's been almost a month. Don't you think it's time you ask the girl out on an actual date?"

Lexa opened her mouth to protest. "Well- "

Anya held up her hand, stopping her. "And hanging out with her and her roommates does not equal a date so don't."

The younger Wood's closed her mouth. Her jaw twitched as she clenched her teeth.

Between the nights of texting and photo sessions, Lexa had spent time with her and Octavia. And Raven. The one night they decided on going to a movie was the night Lexa decided she had to try. Clarke sat close to her, their shoulders pressed together. A few minutes into the movie, Lexa flexed her hand, silently requesting Clarke take it.

And she did.

But, even with all of that, Lexa still worried about the intimacy of going on an actual date.

"Three years." Anya hummed. She didn't look at Lexa as she said it. Her eyes remained focused on the products laying on the shelves she passed.

"I know." Lexa sighed.

"You obviously like this girl."

"I do."

Anya stopped again, pulling another item off the shelf. She studied it for a moment then wrinkled her nose putting it back. "Then what's the problem?"

Lexa followed behind her sister. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she allowed her sisters words to replay in her mind. It had been three years since she and her ex had broken up. She did like Clarke. What exactly was the problem here?

Her eyes shifted downward and she noticed she hadn't responded to Clarke. Her fingers slid skillfully across the screen as she typed back quickly. "Hey. Sorry. Anya said something about me running into a shelf and, even though I'm capable of doing many things at once, I was afraid she jinxed me."

There was a small beat of time before her phone vibrated in her hand. "Ha-ha! I would have been highly disappointed if you ran into something and I wasn't there to snap it."

Lexa made a face at the phone and typed back. "Rude."

"Aw, you know I'm just messing with you."

Anya glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Lexa smile at her phone. "If you don't ask her, I'm going to take your phone and do it for you."

"You better not." Lexa said, a slight hint of panic laced her tone. Part of her was pretty sure her sister wasn't kidding. A wrestling match over a phone in the middle of a grocery store was not something she felt like engaging in.

The moment of hesitation was brief. Lexa took in a deep breath then slowly released it as she began to type. "Clarke." She anxiously hit send prematurely, cursing herself for the lack of a complete sentence.

"Lexa." Clarke returned, followed by a smiley face emoji.

Another deep, calming breath. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight? Or we could do something else? Whatever you'd like. I just-" She paused, thinking over the rest of her statement carefully. "Would like to spend some time alone with you. If you would like to?" She hit send.

There was no turning back now.

It felt like an eternity had passed before her phone vibrated again. Luckily they had stopped at the deli counter so, if for any reason Lexa was going to die of rejection, she could do it while standing still. Her thumb followed the pattern on her lock screen and Clarke's message waiting for her to read it.

"Lexa Woods, are you asking me on a date?"

Lexa grunted, playfully annoyed and rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to. And it seems like you're not going to allow it to be easy."

"Well, I'm definitely not easy." She teased, and Lexa could almost hear the smile, shy little chuckle she's sure followed those words. The phone vibrated once again. "I would love to."

Lexa did everything in her power to control the smile that was threatening to overtake her lips. Her eyes shifted to Anya for a second. If her sister noticed, she would definitely not hear the end of it. Anya was engrossed in a conversation with the deli clerk and hadn't seen a thing going on behind her.

Lexa sighed with relief and text Clarke back immediately. "Pick you up at seven?"

"I can't wait."

"So, did you ask her?" Anya cut into her thoughts, nudging her lightly with the cart.

"Yes." Lexa informed her, sliding her phone back into her pocket.

Anya flashed a teasing little pout. "Did she say no?" The angry glare she received in response made her laugh. She pushed forward a little bit so she was standing next to her sister. She patted her back. "Let's get out of here. I have a feeling I'm going to have to help you get ready."

Lexa made a face. "I can dress myself."

"Yeah, okay." Anya scoffed, pushing ahead of her. "Lacrosse shorts and a tank top are not acceptable on a first date." She kept walking, ignoring the feel of Lexa's glare burning into her back.

"One day I'm going to punch you." Lexa muttered as she followed behind her sister toward the checkout registers.

Clarke laid on her bed surrounded by a pile of clothes.

Her arm covered her eyes and her phone rested on her stomach. She seemed to be muttering to herself and, every so often, would raise her phone to glance at the screen. Raven watched the scene from the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms folded against her chest. A small smirk played on her lips as she pushed herself away from the door and stepped inside her friend's bedroom.

"You can't seriously be struggling this hard for something to wear." She noted, pushing some clothes to the side and taking a seat on the mattress.

Clarke laid there, silent. Her right arm rested over her eyes and her left hand on top of the phone lying gingerly on her stomach. "I need to find the perfect outfit and I don't have any idea where we are going." She explained, her voice low and barely above a whine. She raised her hands in the air, gesturing dramatically as she spoke. "I mean, are we going somewhere nice? Is this a casual date? What are we doing after?"

Raven reached over and slapped her friend's hand. "You're overthinking this." She adjusted her position, resting her hands behind her then leaned back a bit. "It's Lexa. You two have been participating in dating foreplay for almost a month now." She blew out a breath and waved her hand. "This should be a piece of cake that ends with a really sloppy good night kiss."

Clarke felt her stomach flutter at the thought. She gripped her shirt, trying to calm the feeling, but it just continued to rise. Making its way through her chest and into her throat. "I'm going to be sick." Her arm returned to cover her blue eyes and to stop the room from suddenly spinning.

The brunette half rolled her eyes. "You're making yourself sick." She looked down at the woman lying beside her. "And for absolutely no reason." After a second, she began slapping Clarke's arm. "Come on. Get up. I'll help you." She stood from the bed and started to rummage through the pile of clothes.

"What if she doesn't like me after tonight?" It was barely audible, but Raven picked up every word.

"That's not going to happen." Raven assured her, picking up a shirt and inspecting it.

"How can you be so sure?" Clarke asked, her voice soft and childlike. Her arm still covering her eyes.

Raven sighed. She moved closer to her friend, straddling her. Clarke quickly removed her arm from over her eyes and stared at the girl hovering over her. The blonde propped herself up on her elbows. She scanned the position they were in. Just as she went to speak, Raven decided to answer the question she asked just a few moments earlier.

"Because you're Clarke Fucking Griffin." Raven stated as she placed her hands on Clarke's shoulders and shook her lightly. "You are confident and strong and you are going to make this date your bitch." She rested her hands on Clarke's shoulders. "Lexa is going to fall even harder for you than she already has."

Clarke finally allowed the small smile to cover her lips. "You really think she likes me?"

Raven half rolled her eyes again. "I'm not answering that."

The sound of a throat clearing in the doorway caused both girls to look over. Octavia stood there, staring at her girlfriend and her friend. Her gym bag resting loosely in her hand.

"Hey babe." Raven greeted, still straddling Clarke. "How was the gym?"

"Hot." Octavia answered, simply then taking a step further into the room. She motioned her finger back and forth. "Um, is there something I should know?"

Clarke and Raven exchanged a look then the brunette turned her attention back to her girlfriend. "Oh, Clarke and I were just testing out positions for that three way we discussed."

"Oh Jesus…" Clarke breathed, laying back down on the mattress.

"That was two years ago and we were drunk." Octavia reminded, crossing her arms against her chest. "What's really happening?"

"Clarke has a date with Lexa and she can't figure out what to wear."

Octavia quirked an eyebrow. "So, you thought straddling her would speed up the process?"

Raven shrugged her shoulder. "It doesn't hurt."

Octavia rolled her eyes and walked over to them. She tugged on Raven's shirt. "Get off of her." She ordered, pulling her girlfriend off of Clarke. She placed a quick kiss on her lips then ushered her toward the door. "Out. I've got this."

Raven looked insulted as Octavia pushed her toward the door. "Hey, I have good fashion sense. I can pick the right outfit."

"Sure you can." Octavia patted her back. She turned the girl around so she was looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Her hands rested on her soft cheeks. "Since we are going to have the place to ourselves tonight, why don't you order some Chinese and pick out a movie-" She took a step closer, her arms snaking around Raven's neck. "That we won't watch all the way through."

"I'll find the worst movie possible." Raven whispered, placing another kiss on her lips. "Don't take too long. Her date is at seven and I have places for you by seven fifteen." She winked and exited the room.

Clarke felt her phone vibrate against her stomach just as Octavia closed the door and made her way back to her. She sat up, sliding her finger across the screen. The smile on her face was instant as she read the message from Lexa out loud.

"Sorry it took so long for me to respond. I was in the shower. But, to answer your question, it's very casual. I hope that's okay."

The blonde smiled at her phone and typed back a quick response. "It's more than okay. I'm looking very forward to this and to seeing you. See you soon."

"Did you put a little heart after it?" Octavia teased with a smirk.

Clarke shot her a look. "No. I'm not trying to start this date off on an awkward note."

"You two are an awkward note."

Clarke made a face. "What does that even mean?"

Octavia shrugged her shoulder and extended her hand toward Clarke. "It means I'm spending too much time with my girlfriend and her corny comebacks." She wiggled her fingers. "Come on. Let's look through this pile of crap on your bed and find you the perfect, sexy, casual outfit."

Clarke stared at her friend's hand for a moment before exhaling and taking it. Octavia pulled her up and the blonde stood without a struggle. Octavia smiled warmly at her, placing her arm around the blonde's shoulders. They stared at the mess and both blew out a breath.

"It's a lot to sort through."

Octavia nodded and squeezed her shoulders. "We've got this."

Clarke turned her head slightly, catching the concentration on her roommate's face. "This is going to be good, right?"

Octavia turned her head and offered a confident grin. "This is going to be great." She promised, winking at her friend before they began scouring through the pile of clothes.