"Grifff! Cannu just pour me an– anoth– 'hat one yess! Gimme!" Octavia was absolutely drunk when Clarke arrived. Clarke laughed, threw her jacket under the bar and mixed Octavia a non–alcoholic cocktail. She already began to sober out a bit and Clarke was sure she'd have a nice little headache tomorrow morning but she wouldn't throw up, that's all Clarke could do for her.

"Hey lady! .. Lady!" Clarke turned around to a customer trying to get her attention. He was a tall tattooed bald guy who clearly worked out a lot.

"Yeah. Can you bring that woman over there another... whatever she's drinking?" He nodded towards a woman sitting on the other side of the bar. Clarke nodded. Her shift had just started, so she could only guess what people around her were drinking but with that Lady, it was fairly easy. She opened the beer and slid it across the counter, slightly bumping it into the other woman's elbow who turned around when she heard Clarke's raspy voice. "That guy over there is buying you a drink, he's really handsom– oh."

"Hey stranger", the brunette gave Clarke a small smile, took the beer and got up to walk to the guy to thank him, as Clarke assumed. She couldn't help but happen to clean the counter as close to the woman and her admirer as necessary to hear them, maybe she could catch the woman's name.

"Thanks for the beer, but I was planning for this one" she held her own bottle up, "to be my last." But I'm sure that short brunette over there would like to have it, she's been looking at you for the last 20 minutes." the woman said politely. There was silence for a few seconds and Clarke looked up just in time to see the brunette smile at her before she left the bar.

Clarke didn't believe in fate. She believed in coincidences. And she knew, a third coincidence which would give her the chance to actually talk to the stunning brunette, wouldn't happen. Now or never. She hesitated for a moment, then almost ran out of the bar, checking left and right but the stranger seemed to be long gone. Clarke sighed, lit her cigarette, let herself fall against the cold wall behind her and closed her eyes. She opened them again when she felt her cigarette being removed from between her fingers and blinked twice when she saw who stole it. Puffing out the smoke, smiling, the brunette winked at her. She was wearing a jacket and her hair was slightly covering a part of her face, so Clarke couldn't make out any shadows or scrapes.

"You're not even bothering to ask anymore, just take what you want?"

"I didn't think you'd mind. You didn't exactly seem to pay a lot attention to your surroundings." the brunette mocked, but in such a lovingly way that made Clarke smile.

"I'm Clarke by the way."

"Yeah, I could tell from the badge on your shirt. It's nice to meet you again, Clarke."

"You're not gonna tell me your name, are you?"

"Where'd be the fun in that?" She paused for a moment and Clarke didn't quite know how to react. She was desperate now to know the woman's name but couldn't ask again, she kind of loved the mystery ways of the brunette.

"Let's try something. You let me buy you a coffee tomorrow and I'll tell you my name. Does that sound fair?"

"That sound like I'm in for a double win." Clarke raised an eyebrow.

"Then why would you say No?" The brunette smiled, buried her hands in her coat, took a few steps backwards, then turned around and left a confused Clarke behind.

"Wait, where and when?" Clarke shouted but the woman was gone.

"Griffin! Look, we brought alcohol!" Bellamy shouted as they entered her apartment, holding up two bottles of vodka.

"A lot of it!" Octavia shouted as well, following him, holding up two more bottles. Clarke smiled and welcomed them both with a tight hug.

"Thanks guys, but I'm afraid I can't drink, really."

"Huh? Are you sick? Alcohol helps fight a cold and other mean sicknesses, you know?" Octavia furrowed a brow.

"No I actually have to be sober later. And oh, we don't have much time I guess. We better get going." Clarke explained, hoping they wouldn't question it.

"Griffin's got a date." Octavia stated, grinning wildly.

"I do not have a date!" Clarke protested.

"Oh my God, you like her!" Bellamy knew exactly, just as Octavia, that Clarke was kind of hiding something, but not really though.

"Shut up Blake. Here, the key. Go open the door, thanks." Clarke handed him the key and Bellamy, hesitating for a moment, opened the door. Octavia reached down for Clarke's hand and squeezed it gently, to tell Clarke that it was okay, that she would be okay.

The room was exactly how Raven left it two months ago and Clarke felt tears coming up. She remembered that morning. She remembered how Raven hadn't said a thing, how she seemed upset. She remembered how she tried to talk to her best friend but realized she couldn't do anything at the moment. She remembered how Raven closed the door behind her as she left.

"We're here, okay? It's okay." Octavia said, almost whispered, giving her a smile. Clarke nodded and they slowly began to sort Raven's stuff and clear the room.

The Boss (12:29pm): Clarke, someone left a note at the door. Maybe you know who and how and why. It only says 'across the street' and '2'. Figure it out maybe? Thanks. See you tonight.

Clarke immediately knew what that meant. "Sorry guys, can't stay any longer but we're almost finished anyway, aren't we? Thanks again, so so much. I owe you one! Love you!" she shouted as the ran out of the door, maybe a bit too excited as she should've been and maybe a bit too happy, considering she had just cleaned out Raven's room.

"How did you know that my boss would find the note and not just throw it away but actually ask me to figure out its meaning?" Clarke asked as she raised an eyebrow and approached, the brunette already standing in front of the small café across the street.

"It's all about hope.", the stranger smiled and opened the door for Clarke.