Clarke knew this was a terrible idea, but she didn't really have a choice. She sat in the corner booth of a small coffee shop waiting anxiously for Raven, or the FBI, to appear, praying for the former. Being out in public definitely wasn't a smart thing to do, but there was no way she could get back to the apartment without being spotted; it was most likely under 24hr surveillance the gangs encounter with the FBI agent. She had used her burner phone to get into contact with Raven, who suggested they meet at the coffee shop owned by her old landlord, an elderly woman who didn't have a television let alone watch the news. As minutes ticked on, Clarke only became more anxious, expecting at any moment a swarm of agents to come in and arrest her, or worse. After what felt like decades, Raven swung into the booth opposite her, and a wave of relief swept over her.
"Jesus Raven, don't sneak up on a fugitive like that!", Clarke laughed nervously, only half joking. Raven rolled her eyes, but leant over the table to give Clarke a slightly awkward hug, but reassuring nonetheless.
"I see Mrs. Harper hasn't changed a bit, still too preoccupied with her knitting and gardening to turn on the news. Lucky for us though, she's one of the few people who don't recognise the name Clarke Griffin," Raven said as she looked around the quiet café, the only other customer an old man doing his crossword at the counter. "The guys really wanted to come, like reeeaally wanted to come, but I knew it would look suspicious all three of us leaving the apartment at the same time."
"Good call, I'm really not ready for another foot chase just yet," Clarke said after a yawn of exhaustion.
"Speaking of, did Detective Douche ever catch up to you yesterday," Raven said with a smirk, clearly not the biggest fan of the agent. Despite the urge to tell Raven about how he let her go, something stopped Clarke from sharing the information, mainly the fact that she herself still had no reason why he didn't shoot her while he had the chance.
"I'm here aren't I? Anyway, what happened with you, Monty and Jasper afterwards, did you get the whole interrogation room and everything?" Clarke attempted to dodge the subject of her encounter with the detective, somehow successfully.
Raven told her that his name was Bellamy Blake, the detective responsible for bringing her in, whatever force required. She told her how he had taken them back to the headquarters for an interrogation and how he had grilled them about her but they hadn't given anything up- it was a nice change having people she could trust for once.
Raven also explained how desperate Bellamy seemed to find Clarke- after bagging him out a bit more for being a 'pretty boy' and 'annoyingly smug'-, only confusing her more about why he let her get away, which Clarke desperately wanted to divulge, but she knew that Raven would tell her that she must have just outrun him, or he didn't have time to shoot. Raven gave her an address where she could stay, apparently an old basement shop that Monty's family owned but never fixed up to sell, and told her they would all meet there the following day to work out a plan.
"In the mean time, try not to commit any more felonies, okay?" Raven smirked while Clarke laughed and shook her head.
"I'll do my best," Clarke slid out of the booth, "and Raven, thank you."