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The weekend was packed with homework, mainly for her art class but she also had a huge stack of paper for advanced mathematics waiting for her, sitting on her desk, grinning mischievously every time she dared to look at it.

Two weeks into the new year, and she knew she would fail mathematics so miserably that she would put even the biggest math loser to shame. Easily.

She checked her watch, 12:29pm, and decided it was time for a break, so she quickly put on her converse, grabbed her jacket and left the apartment. The moment the door shut, she froze. The keys.

"Really, Griffin?" She groaned and shot Raven a message, asking if she could stop by to get the spare key she had given her, and made her way to the small café on the other side of the campus. With a huff she pushed the door open and immediately relaxed a little when the scent of fresh coffee embraced her.

With her black coffee in one hand, and a muffin in the other, she scanned the place for a free seat, but today wouldn't be her lucky day. She sighed and was almost out of the door, when she spotted a familiar brunette at a familiar table. Maybe she wasn't so unlucky after all.

"Hey," Clarke smiled widely as she approached the girl whose head shot up, confusion and a hint of… anger? flashing her eyes, but when she realized it was Clarke, her features quickly softened.

"Hey," she answered with a small smile herself, and Clarke again felt fuzzy at the sight.

"May I?" She asked, gesturing to the empty seat on the other side of the table, waiting for Lexa to agree, which the brunette did with a small nod.

Clarke sat down and took a long sip of her coffee, using the time to study the brunette who didn't look back, instead seemed to find Clarke's muffin far more interesting. Clarke smirked.

"You want it?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you want my muffin?" Clarke asked again.

"Oh no, thanks. I was just… thinking if I should get one or not but I–", Lexa suddenly stopped her rambling which Clarke found utterly adorable, when Clarke pushed the muffin over to Lexa.

"You can have it, I'm not that hungry anyway."

"But it's yours."

"Lexa. Take it. It's fine. I want you to have it." Clarke reassured her and mentally high fived herself when the cute smile reappeared on the brunette's face. Clarke might have not realized it yet, but she was already addicted to that smile which, no matter how small, always reached the girl's eyes. She took another moment to watch as Lexa happily munched on the muffin, until she decided it was time for small talk.

"So, what are you doing here?"

Lexa stopped chewing for a second and then gestured to the pile of books, the notebook and the calculator lying in front of her, and it took Clarke a few seconds to realize that the girl was actually doing homework. Math homework, to be exact.

"Are you really doing math homework in the middle of a Saturday? In a café? When the sun's shining so prettily like that?" Clarke gestured towards the window and Lexa followed her motion, looking outside for a moment, until she turned back with a light frown.

"I like math," she admitted shyly and Clarke's face softened even more. God, shy Lexa was adorable. "Besides," she continued, "I'm here every Saturday noon, so why not just bring my homework with me?"

That peaked Clarke's interest. "Every Saturday? Why's that?"

Lexa shrugged, "I like to have a routine."

Clarke nodded and watched with a huge smile as Lexa finished the muffin. "You um…" Lexa's eyes met hers. "You got a little something there." Clarke grinned and reached out to wipe off the small piece of chocolate at the corner of Lexa's mouth, but the brunette slightly backed away and Clarke quickly withdrew her hand.

"Right, sorry. I forgot. No touching."

Lexa shot her a small apologetic smile and lowered her head while wiping off the chocolate. They fell silent and after a minute, Lexa went back to doing her homework and Clarke was, again, more than fascinated by how quickly Lexa wrote down matrices and… vectors?… and solved equation after equation. The blonde got dizzy after a while from the speed Lexa worked at, and shook her head.

Raven still hadn't answered and Clarke grew frustrated. She couldn't go back home as long as Raven didn't read her text, or was at home herself, she couldn't do anything at all. No art, no math, she also had a pile of clothes waiting for their laundry session, and not even that could Clarke do.

Twenty minutes later, Lexa closed her book and switched off her calculator and Clarke eyed her curiously as the girl packed everything in her bag and finally got up.

"You going?"

Lexa nodded, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I have some work to do at home, so…"

"Where do you live by the way?" Clarke asked, trying to find a distraction from her misery, and maybe she could at least walk the girl home.

"In one of the dorms."

"Didn't take you for one to share rooms." Clarke grinned but her grin quickly faded when she noticed Lexa's frown. "Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

The brunette shook her head but kept her head down so that Clarke couldn't fully see her face.

"Do you… want company? On your way home, I mean?" That got the girl to lift her head.

"You don't have to do that, Clarke." Oh God. Clarke thought when she heard her say her name like that. She loved it. She was addicted to the soft click of the 'k'. She was addicted to the soft voice.

"I want to, though. You walked me home once, and I'd like to return that favor."

"You bought me a hot chocolate."

"That was uh, for the pencil and the eraser."

To Clarke's surprise, Lexa raised an amused eyebrow. "I thought the daisy was the Thank You for the pencil and the eraser."

"Damn, you're right. The hot chocolate was actually a sorry for the…," Clarke paused, debating whether she should actually mention the touching incident or not, but then decided she wouldn't find a way to rephrase it, "touching."

Lexa quickly shook her head, eyes slightly widened. "No, Clarke, that wasn't– that wasn't your fault, you didn't know. You really couldn't know."

"Either way, I wanted to say sorry, so I bought you the hot chocolate. And the walking home now is just because you did it, too. And because I want to." Clarke added with a reassuring smile, patiently waiting for Lexa's decision. After a moment of biting her lower lip in concentration, the brunette nodded and Clarke beamed.

They started walking, Clarke carefully keeping a small distance between Lexa and herself, so she wouldn't accidentally brush her arm, just in case the brunette didn't like that, either.

It was a beautiful, warm summer day, a day on which Clarke would usually go to the park to lie on the grass, watching birds and the clouds above her, or go to the beach with her friends. But today, none of the above would really make her happy, not when she could spend time with the beautiful shy girl whose soft voice, green eyes and small smile had become her drug.