Monday came faster than Clarke had expected, and she found herself in Ancient Greek History again. She chose a seat in the second row in the front, somewhere near where the brunette had been sitting last week, and Clarke had the girl's pencil and eraser on the table in front of her, ready to give them back. She checked her watch for the fifth time, 8:14am. One minute left and the brunette was still nowhere to be seen. Clarke frowned. Although she didn't know the girl that well, or not at all, she knew this was unusual for her.

Clarke (8:15am): Flannel ponytail isn't here.

Raven (8:21am): are you serious right now?! it's monday morning. 8am. of course she isn't there.

Clarke (8:22am): It's weird though. She doesn't seem like someone who skips classes.

Raven (8:40am): clarke. go back to bed.

Clarke angrily turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket. She didn't understand how Raven could be so insensitive. The new girl hadn't shown up yet and something was wrong, Clarke was sure. Again, she scolded herself for not getting the girl's name, or better, her number. There was no way to reach her and make sure she was okay.

Political Science came and went, and there was still no sign of the brunette. Clarke grew impatient, she was barely able to sit still in her chair, and when the lecture ended, it only took her seconds to get out of the room.

She quickly scanned the halls and the cafeteria, then went outside but even Clarke wasn't stupid enough to believe she could find the girl on the huge campus. If she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be.

That drew Clarke's thoughts into a different direction. Was the girl avoiding her? Clarke shook her head. Why would she. … But was she?

The blonde slouched her shoulders in defeat and made her way back inside to join the others for lunch, but she kept scanning the place for the other girl.

Clarke absentmindedly threw her bag in the corner when she entered her apartment and shut the door with a lazy kick. It had been a long day, even longer because she just couldn't stop thinking and worrying about the brunette girl. The girl with those beautiful eyes, the girl that rarely smiled, the girl whose name she still didn't know. She slumped down on the couch and covered her eyes with her arm in frustration. She stayed there for a while but knew she wouldn't be able to focus on anything else that day, so she got up, took a long shower and then went to bed.

To say Clarke was worried sick when she entered the Advanced Mathematics hall and the brunette wasn't there, was an understatement. She dragged her feet to her usual seat in the back and didn't even bother to take her sketchbook out.

To say Clarke was relieved when the brunette entered the room, was an understatement, too. Clarke shot into an upright position in her seat and was about to wave at the girl but held back when she realized that the girl didn't look at her, or at anybody, at all. With her head lowered and her gaze directed to the ground, she quickly made her way to a seat in the front. Clarke also noticed the girl's tensed shoulders and the oversized hoodie that the girl almost disappeared in.

Ninety minutes later, Clarke still had no idea what the professor had tried to teach her, and although she could blame it on her lack of interest in math, she knew that today it was because all she had been doing was paying close attention to the girl.

The professor ended the class, and the girl was fast on her way out, but Clarke was faster and finally, she caught her just when she left the building.

"Hey," Clarke said, reaching out to grab her arm. The girl immediately tensed up even more and turned around, pulling her arm away in the process. "Don't touch me", she almost whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't– no touching, got it." Clarke replied and raised her hands, signalizing she'd keep them to herself, but dropped them after a moment when she realized that the girl wouldn't look at her. Clarke's eyes softened and she ducked her head to catch the brunette's gaze, but the girl kept her eyes trained on her shoes as she fiddled with the hem of her hoodie.

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Clarke tried again. "Did I hurt you?"

The brunette shook her head.

"Okay." Clarke said, relieved. "Can I buy you a coffee?"

The brunette hesitated for a moment but shook her head again. Clarke bit her lower lip, trying really hard to come up with something that would make the other girl feel better, and then her face lit up.

"Hot chocolate?"

At that, the girl finally raised her head and Clarke swore she could see her lips curl into a smile. A millimeter wide smile, but it was a start.

Clarke got their drinks while the other girl chose a table. She turned around and immediately spotted her in the back corner of the café at a table near the window, and Clarke took a moment to look at her. She looked sad, and a little lost, staring out of the window and fiddling with one sleeve.

"Hot chocolate for you, and a pitch black coffee for me." The blonde smiled while setting the cup down in front of the brunette, earning a small smile in return, and sat down on the opposite side. They enjoyed their hot drinks in silence for a moment, before Clarke spoke again.

"You never told me your name."

The other girl's eyes quickly found hers. "Lexa."

"Lexa", Clarke repeated with a smile. She liked that name. She didn't know which name she had expected, but this definitely hadn't been it. But looking at the other girl, it was the only name that suited her, and Clarke's smile grew a bit wider. "I'm Clarke."

"Clarke." Lexa quietly repeated as well, and Clarke's heart melted just again when she heard how her name rolled off Lexa's tongue, and how she ended it with a soft click of the 'k'. Before Clarke could say anything else, Lexa's gaze dropped to the cup in front of her again, and Clarke decided to not bother her anymore for a moment. She was content just looking at Lexa, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the girl's mind. When she met her, she had seemed quiet and shy, and when she first spoke to her, she had seemed shy and friendly, and when she woke up and found her in her apartment, she had been quite relaxed and definitely more open.

Then she hadn't shown up for classes, and now she looked like a lost puppy, confused and broken. And Clarke wanted nothing more than to see her smile again.

They didn't really speak after the revelation of their names but Lexa didn't seem to mind, and neither did Clarke. The blonde simply spent the following minutes just looking at Lexa, or out of the window, but mostly at Lexa. Oh what she would've given to know what she was thinking.

They decided to leave the café a while later because they both had some homework to do, and now they were standing outside in front of it, and Lexa played nervously with the hem of her hoodie again.

"So…", Clarke started and the brunette immediately raised her head, big eyes looking at her expectantly. "Thanks again for telling me your name. You have no idea how long I've been meaning to ask for it!" Clarke laughed, and Lexa slightly blushed but remained silent.

"Will you be there tomorrow?" Clarke asked but was met with a confused look. "History?" she quickly added, and the other girl nodded. "Okay cool. See ya then, I guess!" Clarke smiled and turned around to leave, but stopped and looked back. "Oh and Lexa? What's your most favorite thing in the world?"

Lexa readjusted the bag on her shoulder and smiled, "Flowers."