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Clarke leaned against her door and closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. After the kiss with Lexa, she panicked and ran home, not looking back once. If Lexa wanted to see her again, she knew where to find her but she wasn't sure whether she really wanted the brunette to show up. Clarke was confused. She felt something in that kiss. The kiss meant something. And it also meant something to Lexa, she was sure. Especially because the brunette did not back away and seemed calm, as always, after Clarke pulled away.

She felt bad for leaving Lexa like this but she couldn't handle the situation anymore.

She sent a quick text to Octavia, telling her she was okay and thanked her, again, for being there for her earlier that day when they moved Raven's stuff out. Raven... Clarke fell asleep and for the first time in two months, she had no nightmares. She just saw a small smile on full lips and deep green eyes.

The day at the gallery went faster than Clarke thought, there was still a lot to do until the exhibition so everyone was stressed but they were making progress everyday and Clarke enjoyed it.

When she arrived at the bar later, her breathing became a little harder and her stomach turned a bit. She was nervous but tried to not let it show and remain calm and cool. There was no reason for the brunette to be there or show up. Then again, she had been there twice in such a short time, although Clarke had never seen her in or around the bar before. She sighed when she entered. Lexa was nowhere to be seen and although she was disappointed, Clarke was also thankful.

Maybe it was just a date and a kiss and nothing more. Maybe it didn't mean anything to the brunette at all, maybe she was just being nice when she kissed her back because she didn't want to freak Clarke out. Plus, she hadn't told Clarke anything. Only her name. Clarke cursed herself when she made her way to the staff room, for wasting her questions like that. It would've been boring and a cheap way but she could've asked Lexa whether she was actually interested or what her phone number was.

Octavia showed up later, greeted the blonde behind the bar and ordered two beers.

"O, don't you want to start slowly, like, with one beer?"

"She's only drinking one beer, I'm having the second." a male voice said and Clarke realized that Octavia wasn't alone. In fact, she was with that tall tattooed bald gym guy who had tried to hit on Lexa two nights ago. She smirked, opened the bottles and wished them a nice evening.

Clarke lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply. She secretly hoped Lexa would appear and bum one, she missed the mysterious woman more than Clarke wanted to admit. She sighed and went back in, feeling a light sting in her heart when she realized that Lexa wouldn't show up.

The next morning, Clarke woke up at an unholy time but couldn't go back to sleep. She just couldn't get Lexa out of her mind either, no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes, her smile, her hands and the feeling of her lips on Clarke's. She looked at her phone, 5:32am. She sighed but got up, she could actually watch the sun rise if she hurried a little. She had often done that with her boyfriend whom she broke up with a long time ago. She had always loved the cold air and seeing the sun slowly rise above the Central Park. She took a quick shower, grabbed her coffee cup, her keys and her guitar and left the building.

Clarke rarely played the guitar anymore but from time to time, she needed it. She sat down on the grass with a good view for the sunrise later, closed her eyes and began to play.

"I'm not that wise so I keep it inside
cause the distance is taxing I can't relax so I
take a walk outside
and I look at the world through my sad eyes

I should've called you on the phone
but I was scared to let you know, I need you..."

She didn't open her eyes after she finished the song and remained quiet for a few seconds.

"I didn't know you played the guitar."

Clarke's eyes shot open at the voice. Lexa was sitting in front of her, legs stretched out, leaning on her hands, again with a small smile on her lips.

"What are you doing here? I mean... shouldn't you be, I don't know, asleep or something?" Clarke asked confused, realizing what time it was.

"That song was beautiful, I've never heard it before." Lexa said, completely ignoring her question.

"Yeah well I um," Clarke started, blushing, "I wrote it, so..."

"It's beautiful." was all the brunette said, still smiling, never losing eye contact with Clarke.

"I'm sorry about the other day, I didn't mean to run away like that, I shouldn't have freaked out and I should've, you know... I mean you bought me a coffee and I didn't even say thank you and I–"

"Clarke."

Clarke stopped her rambling and looked at the brunette.

"The kiss was a Thank you I wouldn't have expected, it was more than I could've asked for."

"So you're not mad at me?" Clarke felt a spark of hope rushing through her veins and her breathing slightly fastened.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Neither for the kiss nor for running away. I'm just glad we met this morning. Look, the sun..." Lexa pointed in the direction of the sunrise and Clarke stopped herself from further rambling, she wouldn't have been able to form any sentence that actually made sense anyway, she didn't even know what to say at all. She was relieved the brunette was not mad at her, she was relieved that the brunette seemed to having enjoyed the kiss. Lexa was still a mystery to her but she was determined to find out who the person behind those beautiful eyes was.

They sat in silence, watching the sun rise slowly above the city until Lexa turned her head and waited for the blonde to look at her.

"I have to go."

"I'd like to see you again, Lexa, I... well would you, I mean... ugh I'm so bad at this." Clarke blushed and shook her head.

"I'd love to." Lexa nodded and got up. As she walked away, she once turned her head to look back at Clarke and sent her a small smile which made Clarke forget how to breathe for a second. Clarke knew she was fucked. She was really falling for the brunette and she still knew nothing about her.