Clarke leaned back in her chair. "So now you basically know everything about me and I still don't know anything about you, only that you tend to bum cigarettes every once in a while."

"Let's say you have three questions." the brunette winked and took another sip from her tea.

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "Okay let's play that game. Well I know you're a smoker, at least occasionally. You drink non–alcoholic beer, so you probably drink less to none, you prefer tea over coffee, you seem quite in shape. I'd bet you care a lot about your health. Unlike me..." Clarke blushed slightly but continued.

"So that's what I already know. I don't want to ask you weird questions though, your age would be something I could figure out at one point–"

"If we meet again that is, yes." the brunette tossed in, smirking.

"If... yes. You promised to tell me your name, so I won't ask that either." The blonde took her time and the stranger waited patiently, never fully losing her small smile.

"So how come you take a random girl on a–" Clarke stopped. No one had declared this a date, she had just assumed it, but the brunette was such a mystery that Clarke honestly had no idea what her intentions were. The brunette raised an eyebrow.

"–that you buy her a coffee?" Clarke tried to save the situation but was pretty sure it didn't quite play out as planned and the woman knew exactly what she was about to ask.

"Well, you seemed like you wanted to know my name and I figured you liked coffee, so why not combine?"

"Then what is your name?"

"Are you wasting your question on something I promised to tell you anyway?"

"Yes? … No? No I'm not! I never asked that!" Clarke stumbled across her own words and the brunette laughed. "Okay, I never heard it."

"Are you always so mysterious?"

"You find me mysterious?"

"Yes? I guess. I don't know, I know nothing about you."

"Maybe you're asking the wrong questions, Clarke." The woman smiled and tilted her head a little while Clarke couldn't help but blush again. She had asked two questions without getting answers, so she figured they wouldn't count. She still had two questions left.

"Do you realize how beautiful you are?" Clarke blurted out before she could stop herself.

The brunette nodded slightly, which could have been a Yes or a Thank you or a I don't think so. Clarke had no idea but she knew she only had one question left. One more chance to screw things up, one more chance to embarrass herself. One more chance to find out who the stranger was.

Without thinking, Clarke slowly stood and looked down and the woman who didn't appear to follow Clarke and get up herself. She just sat there and watched the blonde.

"Come with me." Clarke said.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Honestly? I have no idea."

Clarke had turned around and walked out of the café when the stranger wouldn't move. She suddenly felt stupid and couldn't take it any longer, so she exited the small place as quickly as possible, lit a cigarette, breathed in as deeply as she could, when she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her from walking away, ever so gently.

At first she panicked, not knowing how to go on, but now she was actually relieved that the brunette had accepted her invitation which wasn't one, really.

The two walked through the park for a few minutes, not going anywhere in particular, not saying anything, until they silently agreed on sitting down on a bench.

"So you're 26, basically a kinda doctor, grew up in a small town, moved to New York after you quit the –according to your mom– best job you'll ever get, to be a bartender and help out in an art gallery. Finn, your stepbrother, actually wants to be a doctor, so he's your mom's favorite, your friend Octavia and her brother Bellamy are, again, kind of the most important people in your life, and your dad of course. You've been drawing and painting your whole life, you enjoy a glass of wine, or two every once in a while. Is there anything else I'd need to know about you, Clarke?"

Clarke didn't know if she was awed or in shock. The brunette had remembered every little detail and every choice of words that Clarke had rambled back in that café. She hesitated for a moment. She thought about Raven. She had no idea why but she felt like she could trust that stranger next to her. She just didn't know whether she was ready to talk about it. She chose not to mention her best friend and instead raised her head and looked the brunette straight in the eye, determined to get to know her and ask her final question.

Several moments passed and she still hadn't said a word. She couldn't think, let alone speak. She was met with those deep green eyes that she couldn't stop herself thinking about the first night she had seen them. Her eyes, out of Clarke's control, moved down to the woman's full lips which slightly parted. She knew exactly what Clarke was looking at.

Before Clarke knew what she was doing, she gently cupped the brunette's cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips barely met, Clarke was sure that this was the softest kiss she had ever felt.

She was kissing a stranger, a person she knew absolutely nothing about, but for some reason it felt familiar, somehow it felt right. She didn't know what it was exactly, though. They only kissed for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity though to them. Finally fully realizing what she was doing, Clarke pulled away and opened her eyes.

"I– shit. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't... I mean I better go. I don't–"

"Lexa."

"What?"

"My name is Lexa."