Clarke's eyes shot up to see the dark haired man again. Clarke gave it her all to not glare, but she's horribly afraid that she might have slipped.

"I'm sorry, but what now?" she asked exasperatedly and he glared.

"I need another wreath." He mumbled. Clarke threw her hands up in frustration.

"Ok fine. What are you looking for and please tell me that you actually brought the other one to exchange it this time because if you complain about the prices again I swear to God I'm gonna beat you with a candy cane light." The man seemed to have shrunken away a bit but her turned back to with, eyes just as fierce as her own.

"Look Princess, I just need a stupid wreath for my stupid apartment. My sister wanted another one for something stupid called an avent or something, look I don't know! Are you gonna find one for me or not?" He growled and Clarke rolled her eyes.

"It's called an 'advent'. And fine I'll help." She groaned. The room was filled with a tense silence before Clarke sighed.

"Do you want something to match the other ones?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Whatever you think will look best." he said and she rolled her eyes. Walking over to the shelves she grabbed a red and gold wreath with 4 prongs for candles along the side.

"Here, you put the candles on the prongs here, then you light them every Sunday." She said handing him the wreath.

"Wher-Ow!" The man yelped. Trying to take the wreath he ended up pricking himself on one of the prongs. A small drop of blood began to form on his thumb.

"Oh! Here let me help." Clarke apologized as she rushed behind the counter to grab a tissue and a band aid. The man grumbled and swore under his breath as he walked over to the counter. Clarke inspected the nick and wiped the blood away with a tissue before putting the band aid on his hand. She couldn't help but notice how his hands dwarfed hers, large and calloused, while hers were small, soft, and pale.

"Thanks." he said begrudgingly and Clarke looked away.

"You're welcome." she mumbled back. "Anything else?" She asked and he looked away.

"Uh, I don't have any candles at my apartment." he said quietly and Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Of course not. Here," she said grabbing 3 pink candles and a purple one.

"You light one every Sunday but you light the purple one last, then you light them all on Christmas Eve." She instructed handing him the candles.

"Why the hell is this a thing? And why is only one purple?" He asked and Clarke threw her head back and laughed.

"I don't know! You're the one buying them, shouldn't you already know why?" She chuckled and he glared at her, but she couldn't feel any malice.

"No. I'm only buying these for my sister." he grumbled and Clarke grinned.

"Well, even though you're a complete ass, you have a lucky sister." She chuckled and he looked away, but Clarke could see him trying desperately to keep from smiling. Clarke said nothing about it as she rang up the items.

"That'll be-"

"Look don't tell me OK? I don't wanna know." He groaned tapping his debit card again. Clarke laughed again.

"Sure thing there- wait you never told me your name." She said and He smirked.

"Blake." he answered, then a puzzled look came across his face as he looked down.

"Who is that?" he asked gesturing to Clarke's sketch she had forgotten about on the counter. Clarke blushed wildy and slammed the book shut.

"No one! It's nothing." She said rather quickly and he smirked again. Dammit, Clarke just wanted to slap that cocky over-confident look right off of his face.

"Sure thing there Princess."

"It's Clarke." She corrected firmly and he let out a deep chuckle.

"Whatever you say." He sassed, heading towards the door.

"Hey Blake! First advent is this Sunday!" She called behind him and he waved his hand over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. Clarke groaned.

She thought he was attractive, didn't she?

Clarke slammed the door to her apartment shut.

"Hey Raven I'm home!" She called but received no answer.

"Rae?" Clarke then felt a buzzing in her pocket.

'Hey Picasso. On a date. Don't worry, I won't bring him home ;) He's cute but not that cute yet. See you later!' Clarke chuckled, as she put her phone away. Grinning at the idea of have the place to herself, she grabbed the rest of the Copper Moon bottle that they hadn't finished last night and plopped herself on the couch with her sketchbook and the remote. Grey's Anatomy re-runs, here she comes.

As Clarke sat on the couch working on her portrait of Octavia, she started to drift in thought. Not about anything in particular, but she began to think of her classes and of Raven. Eventually her thoughts led her back to her home.

She'd have to consider going to see her Mom again. Though this wouldn't be her first Christmas bailing on the woman, this would be her Mom's first Christmas as a married woman in 4 years. Her step-father wasn't a bad person, but Marcus Kane had the tendency to stick to the rules only when it suited him, and as a retired cop now working as a consultant, it made him kind of an asshole. Clarke knew that she would probably have to go see them at least once, but that didn't mean that she would like it.

"Hey Picasso! I'm home!" Raven called happily and Clarke grinned.

Raven sounded tipsy.

"Hey there Sunshine. How you feeling?" Clarke asked as Raven stumbled through the doorway, kicking off a boot.

"I'm soooooo good Picasso! He was super romantic." Raven grinned and Clarke laughed.

"OK sweetie well c'mon, why don't we go get you tucked in for bed." Clarke said gently, draping one or Raven's arms over her shoulder. moving them towards Raven's room, Raven started giggled uncontrollably.

"He's got this floppy hair that just floops to the sides Clarkey. it's pretty great hair." Raven slurred and Clarke laughed.

"Maybe I'll have to draw him one day." She said and Raven suddenly got very serious.

"Clarke I love you, but I'm not sure that even you're artistic genius could do it justice." Raven said as she flopped onto the bed." Clarke pretended to pout.

"Fine! I was going to bring you some water but forget it now." Clarke said pretending to leave.

"Wait! I'm sorry!" Raven called out and Clarke grinned.

"Apology accepted. I'll be right back." Clarke said as she walked out of the room. Returning with a pitcher of water and a glass, she found Raven already passed out face down on the bed. Rolling her eyes, Clarke set the water down and pulled off Raven's other boot.

"Night Rae." She said quietly as she shut the door behind her.

Shutting the TV off and grabbing her sketchbook, Clarke made her way to her own room, telling herself that she wasn't excited at the idea of Blake stopping by the shop tomorrow.

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