Clarke liked Lexa. Clarke wanted to know everything about Lexa. Clarke didn't like to admit it, but she was crazy about Lexa, so Clarke wanted to spend every minute with Lexa. And Clarke had to do something about it.

It was Friday, she was sitting in her art history class, and she was bored to death, so she quietly sighed in relief when she saw the screen of her phone light up, and she couldn't help the big smile that her lips instantly formed when she saw who the text was from.

Lexa (4:19pm): Hey Clarke. I wanted to thank you for watching the training. It means a lot to me and I'm glad you liked it. I have a competition on Sunday and I was wondering whether you would like to see it?

Clarke's heart was pounding in her chest.

Clarke (4:20pm): Hey sunshine :) I was just thinking about you. Hope you're doing well! And I'd love to see it! x

Lexa (4:22pm): Really?

Clarke (4:22pm): Of course, silly :) Hey are you up for a muffin later? It's on me ;)

Lexa (4:23pm): I'd like that. But this time, they are on me!

Clarke (4:24pm): Fine by me :P 5:30 at the café?

Lexa (4:25pm): Okay

Clarke (4:26pm): Okay :)

Clarke (4:32pm): Looking forward to seeing you :)

Lexa (4:32pm): Me too

That was all it took to make Clarke beam like an idiot. Lexa was looking forward to seeing her, too. Could the day get any better?

It could, Clarke thought as she hurried to meet the brunette. Lexa was already waiting for Clarke in front of the café, and much to the blonde's dismay, the girl was sporting a deep frown.

"Hey Lex, frowning gives you wrinkles." She joked but Lexa's face didn't soften.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry, the professor wanted to talk to me about an assignment and then I met Rae and she just wouldn't let me go and–", Clarke explained, but Lexa still looked unhappy and Clarke's heart broke at the sight of the girl, head lowered and her fingers nervously playing with the strap of her bag. She ducked her head, waiting for Lexa's eyes to meet her own. When they finally did, she spoke again. "I'm sorry, okay? Please don't be sad. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you cannot keep, Clarke."

Now it was Clarke's turn to frown. She had been positive Lexa would be happy to see her, or at least not be too serious, but she had screwed up big time. She was fifteen minutes late, and she was sorry and she couldn't feel worse, but seeing the brunette so sad and upset literally broke her heart. The worst thing was that she didn't feel like there was anything she could say or do to make the girl feel better again anytime soon. However, it was an extreme reaction to only fifteen minutes. Sure, Clarke could have sent her a text but she hadn't expected Lexa to react like… that.

"Let's go inside and get some muffins, okay?"

The brunette hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Thanks," she almost whispered when Clarke opened the door for her, and then slipped inside. They chose their usual table, or rather Lexa's usual table, and Clarke went to get them their unhealthy dose of sugar.

"Here," Clarke smiled as she placed the muffin and a cup of hot chocolate in front of the girl who raised her head and thanked her before quickly dropping her gaze back to her muffin. Clarke sighed.

"Lexa, look. I'm really sorry, okay? Would you like to tell me what's bothering you?"

The brunette shook her head, causing Clarke to furrow her brows. "Why not?"

"I don't want to annoy or upset you."

Clarke's muscles relaxed immediately. "Lexa," she said softly, "you won't annoy or upset me."

The brunette began to fiddle with the paper wrap of the muffin, slowly peeling it off, apparently trying to phrase her thoughts. Clarke waited patiently, sipping her coffee. Some long moments later, the brunette spoke, her gaze still trained on the muffin in front of her.

"It's just that… I don't like when people are late, at least not when they don't tell me about it. It's–", she paused when small tears started watering her eyes, and Clarke wanted nothing more than to reach out and gently wipe them away, but she stopped herself and waited for Lexa to continue, "it's stupid because it happens all the time, but I– I can't help it. It upsets me. I don't like it."

"Hey, it's okay. It's not stupid." Clarke wanted so desperately to take her hand, or hug her, but she knew that Lexa wasn't too fond of touches in general and would probably freak out if she hugged her right now because she was still upset, and Clarke didn't think this would change so soon. Had she fucked up for good? She refused to believe that. She gave Lexa a minute to calm down a bit and sort her thoughts, until she spoke again.

"Does it happen often?"

Lexa opened her mouth, then closed it again and shot her a confused glance. "What do you mean?"

"That you get upset about things like this?"

The brunette tilted her head to the side and bit her lower lip, something that Clarke would've found adorable in any other situation, but right now she didn't want to focus on that detail. She wanted to focus on Lexa. The girl finally shook her head.

"No, I usually don't meet with people, so they can't be late."

Clarke's lips formed a small smile. "No, I meant in general. Do small things bug you a lot?"

"This wasn't a small thing." Lexa frowned.

"No, that's not what I…" Clarke slowly released a breath and softened her voice a bit, "that's not what I meant."

It took Lexa a moment to think about what Clarke had said and asked, and to come up with a proper answer. "I like when things happen as I think they will happen. Spontaneous changes that I cannot predict… irritate me."

Clarke decided to leave it at that. "Then I'll do my best to not let that happen again, I promise. I promise I'll do my best. Okay?" She tried again and prayed to the Gods that Lexa would finally stop frowning and give her that smile that Clarke loved so much. The smile didn't happen but at least Lexa's forehead smoothed out a bit. That was a start.

They stayed for another while until Lexa had to go. Clarke walked her to her room and witnessed again how Lexa hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door, and she noticed the relief that washed over the brunette's face when she saw that her roommate wasn't there. Clarke would have to bring that up, soon.

"She basically just freaked out because I was late. And I– God I'm such an idiot, Rae. There was nothing I could do to calm her down." Clarke huffed in frustration as she threw herself on the couch, looking at Raven who was sitting on the other side of her beloved piece of furniture with her laptop in her lap.

"What happened then? What did you guys talk about?"

"Just about… I asked her if that happens often, the freaking out and she didn't know what I meant at first but then said since she doesn't really meet people, they can't freak her out by being late and I–" Clarke paused for a moment to see if Raven was paying attention at all, because she occasionally typed some things into her laptop.

"I'm listening, go on."

"Okay. And then I said that's not what I meant and she said that she… that when something spontaneously changes, it's an irritation, like major irritation for her and now that I think about it, there are so many other things, like she always fiddles with something and sorts her food and eats it in a particular order, which is cute though, and when she's–"

"Asperger's", Raven mumbled.

"… what?"

Raven raised her head and looked at Clarke.

"I just googled the symptoms. It sounds like she has Asperger's."