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Clarke breathed in deeply, turning around to face the brunette. "Lexa, I... Look, I know nothing about you. I mean– what's your age? What's your job? Do you have a boyfriend or something, are you in a relationship? Hell, do you even live in this city?"

"What about we just find a quiet spot, sit down and talk?" Lexa offered which calmed Clarke a bit. She wanted nothing more than to continue what Lexa started several moments ago and it took all the self control that Clarke could bring up, but first, she
had to know who the brunette was.

When they left the bar, Lexa stopped at the counter, ordered two bottles of some particular wine that Clarke knew was rather expensive but she pretended to not pay attention to the scene and Lexa didn't seem to have noticed Clarke secretly looking at
her either, which meant that she wasn't trying to impress the blonde.

They walked in silence, until they found a bench to sit down. Clarke lit her cigarette and offered Lexa one, too, before the two women took a long sip of their wine, not really knowing how to start the conversation.

"I'm 27," Lexa started slowly, "I don't have a boyfriend, and yes, I live in New York. I don't have any siblings, I'm a tour manager for several rock and metal bands, I play some instruments myself. When I was younger, I actually wanted to be a doctor
or a teacher but I dropped out of High School when I was 15."

Clarke remained silent for a moment, not sure whether Lexa would continue. She waited a bit more but when Lexa just took another drag from her cigarette, Clarke spoke.

"What about your family? Do they live in New York, too? Did you grow up here?"

Lexa, who was still looking at her, blinked, held her breath for a moment but remained absolutely calm, then turned and looked at nothing particular in front of her. Clarke immediately knew it was a mistake but before she could ramble out apologies, Lexa
answered.

"I don't know actually. My mom left dad and me when I was four and he started drinking, until he died a few years later. I grew up here and there. I moved to New York after I left school and moved into a house in Brooklyn with other teenagers who didn't
really have a perspective or any hope or plans for their future. When I was 17, I moved out and found a small apartment. I was lucky and somehow got into the whole bands and concerts thing and, well, now I'm here."

She looked back at the blonde and smiled, and Clarke didn't know whether it actually hurt Lexa to tell her story or if it was okay. She focused on her hands, trying to figure out what to say but all she could think about was how sorry she was and how
she wanted to hug the brunette, for some reason she wanted Lexa to know that she was there for her.

"Thanks for telling me, Lexa." Clarke offered instead. Lexa nodded but said nothing. They sat there for several minutes until Clarke spoke up again.

"So you said you don't have a boyfriend, but what about a girlfriend?" She secretly cursed herself. She was actually afraid of the brunette's answer. But there was no going back now. It didn't get better at all when Lexa parted her lips but paused, she
seemed to be unsure what to answer.

"I don't have a girlfriend, either."

Clarke felt her heart jump at that, but something about the way Lexa said it told her, that there was more to it than Lexa admitted. She didn't want to push her though, so she changed the topic and they talked about this and that, until Clarke couldn't
keep her eyes open any longer.

"I'll walk you home." Lexa offered.

"You don't have to, it's really not around the corner and I'm sure you're tired as well and I don't know where you live and maybe that's a–"

"Clarke, I'll walk you home." Clarke smiled, she was actually thankful since she wasn't sure she'd make it, fearing she'd fall asleep before she reached her apartment. It was a 30 minutes walk and neither of them really said anything. Clarke didn't remember
when exactly it happened, but at some point, she had reached for Lexa's hand and intertwined their fingers. The brunette's hand was incredibly soft and Clarke was already addicted to feeling and holding it.

"Good night, Lexa. And thanks for, you know... everything. Hey actually, wait a second." She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled down her phone number. "Just in case. I mean, if you want, you can um, call me someday."

Lexa nodded and leaned forward to kiss Clarke's cheek but Clarke turned slightly so that their lips touched. They stood there for some long moments, eyes closed, not paying attention to anything else but their lips gently moving against each other, before
Lexa slowly pulled away.

"Good night, Clarke."