CRASH

Clarke moaned as she righted herself. Stupid boxes. Stupid wreaths. Stupid everything. Brushing some stray tinsel off her pants she stood assessing the damage. Not too bad, she had only managed to knock 8 of the stupid wreath boxes over. Sighing to herself she because to pick them up when a pair of tan hands began to help her.

"Need a hand?" A warm voice asked and Clarke looked up to see a very attractive pair of warm eyes looking at her.

"No, I'm ok. Just a bit clumsy." She laughed a little too breathlessly for her tastes. "Can I help you with anything?" She asked, straightening her name tag. The man chuckled down at her.

"Yeah actually. I need to find a wreath for my apartment and I'm not exactly sure what to look for." He mumbled slightly embarrassed, pink dusting his many freckles. Clarke smiled warmly.

"Well thats what I'm here for. What are the main colours of your apartment? Or are you wanting the traditional colours?" She asked and he starred at her. Clarke sighed.

"What seems to be the colour you see most around your apartment?" She asked and he gave it a moment of thought before answering.

"Uh, black? Or silver?" He answered rubbing the back of his neck and Clarke chuckled.

"Well, our Halloween stuff is on clearance if you wanna look for a black or silver wreath, but maybe you're better off with the traditional red and green one?" She suggested and his shoulders sagged with relief.

"Ok, thanks. Which one would you recommend?" He asked gesturing to the pile Clarke had been stacking before he came over. Clarke laughed, handing him the box she had been bout to stack.

"This one is fairly basic, can't really go wrong with it." She laughed walking with him over to the till.

"Are you sure?" he asked nervously and Clarke shot him a pointed look. He laughed.

"Right, sorry." He said kinda sheepishly as she rung up the wreath. She shook her head as she handed him the bag.

"No worries. Have a nice day!" She said with a smile.

"You too Clarke." Clarke's eyes widened.

"How do you know my name?" She asked and he smirked.

"Name tag." He replied tapping his chest just above his heart as he walked out of the store. Clarke flushed with embarrassment.

"Griffin! What am I paying you for if you're just gonna stand around! Get back to work!" Sinclair yelled from the storage room. The store itself was pretty small and relatively empty during this time of day, but give it another 20 minutes as everyone got off work the store would be flooded with people.

Clarke sighed for what felt like the billionth time today. She'd better get back to those boxes.

Ok! So I promise to write another chapter soon! I know that it's super early for Christmas-y posts but I'm feeling the Bellarke love and I really just wanted to make this happen. The original idea was a tumblr prompt and I just wanted this to be a thing so here is the thing!

Please review and let me know if you liked the thing so I will know to continue said thing.

~Cherri Doll