Part 2
“So, this story?” Lexa asked after the waitress had left their orders in front of them.
“Oh, yeah, so, this two kids enter the café and it was like half past two and they seemed really young too, like not older than fourteen, I think.” the blonde starts enthusiastically. “Anyway, the blonde one is crying and her brunette friend orders two milkshake and she tries to comfort her saying that ‘her mom won’t find out’ and that ‘she didn’t have to worry’,” using her fingers to implicate the inverted commas. “At that point I was already in the story, I mean, you can't say something like that and think that I won’t be intrigued, right?” she asked, Lexa just looked at her amused, listening attentively while devouring her pie. “And then, the crying girl said ‘but she’ll kill me if she finds out I kissed him’.” The blonde finished as she had just revealed the most important gossip of the year. The tattooed girl looked at her waiting, surely that wasn’t the end of it, right? When Clarke just stared back at her still expecting a reaction, she burst out laughing and the blonde frowned.
“That is the story?” she asked still chuckling.
“Well, at the time seemed more interesting.” The woman replied pouting leaning back on the seat with her arms crossed, like a five year old child.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was a very interesting story.” She said trying to contain her laughter. How does she do that with her face and still looks cute? She thought.
The conversation flew freely long after their plates had been taken away, at some point during the past half an hour, Clarke had found a pen in her jacket’s pocket and she had started to mindlessly draw on one of the white napkins of the dispenser. Lexa would try to take a peek at it from over her hand, but she couldn’t really understand what is that she was drawing.
“I’ve never asked you what you do for a living.” The blonde said out of the blue, her eyes still drained on the napkin.
“I’m the manager of a small business of import and export.” She replied as if it wasn’t a big deal, Clarke raised her head in order to look at the other woman properly, as if she was trying to gauge whether ot not that was the truth. They locked eyes and Lexa could have sworn she had never seen that many emotions portrayed in a pair of eyes, she could have also sworn that she had never seen such a beautiful shade of blue, they were so electric and captivating.
The green eyed’s phone rang loudly in the other ways dead-silent place, she begrudgingly broke their stare contest to look at the device, she noticed that Clarke’s gaze was also fixated on the sill photo that had appeared on the screen.
“What’s wrong?” Lexa asked answering the call.
“What’s wrong? Where the hell are you?” the other person shouted on the other line, the blonde returned her attention to her drawing, trying hard to mind her own business, but it was impossible for her not to hear the conversation, she still had to act like she wasn’t actively eavesdropping, though.
“I left early, I’m out with someone.” She replied, trying to calm her best friend down.
“With who?” the girl kept going. That was a tricky question, how was she supposed to answer that in front of Clarke? She didn’t want to dismiss it, because she didn’t want to act like that night wasn’t a big deal, but she couldn’t tell her who she was with either, because then Clarke would know that she had talked about her with her best friend and that was creep, right?
“None of your business, see you at home, bye.” She opted, she was surely going to hear about that for a long time, but right then she didn’t care. “I’m sorry, that was my best friend.” She then said to the blonde.
“No worries, I guess they did care if we left.” She replied with a soft smirk.
They talked for another hour or two, but the tiredness that Clarke had felt before the part was regaining possession of her mind, Lexa realized that when she noticed the third yawn the blonde tried to stifle.
“It’s getting late, do you want to go home?” she asked softly.
“No, no, I like this.” She replied, not sounding quite so sure. “I’m sorry, I do like this, it’s just that this week has killed me.” She added more honestly.
“It’s alright, we can do it another time.” Lexa reassured getting up from her seat, she left the money for both of their orders and offered her hand to the blonde.
“Next time is on me.” She replied referring to the money as she gladly entangled their fingers.
“Do you need a lift?” the green-eyed asked once they were outside.
“If it isn’t too much trouble for you…” she said sheepishly. “My best friend’s boyfriend drove us here.” She explained.
“Of course it isn’t.”
The drive was short and mostly silent.
It wasn’t until they were on Clarke’s doorsteps that the girl handed the green-eyed the napkin she had been using as a canvas earlier that night, she didn’t say anything, she just gave it to her.
Lexa looked at it, it was a drawing of herself, the soft traces of the black pen defined her profile in a way that she didn’t think was possible, the black and white portrait was so accurate and mesmerizing that she forgot what she was about to say, until the blonde girl cleared her throat.
“Can I have it?” the tattooed girl asked softly.
“It was meant for you.” She replied. She then leaned forward, her perfume was intoxicating, Lexa could barely think straight. She felt a hand cover hers, Clarke twisted her wrist gently so that she could see the back of the napkin, where a series of numbers was written with the same pen in a neat handwriting. She couldn’t contain her smile.
“Goodnight, Lexa” the blonde whispered, closing the distance between the two to place a soft kiss on her cheek. The older girl had always pride herself to be a badass, but she was sure, then, that she looked like a soft idiot.
“Goodnight Clarke.” She managed to reply, looking as the girl closed the door of her apartment, only after winking in her direction.
Yeah, best night ever.