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Clarke allowed the cup to be pried from her fingers, blushing profusely at Lexa’s thank you. The second she saw the slight smile pull on the corners of the woman’s lips, Clarke swore she’d spend every minute she had with her trying to make her smile. Lexa was stunning and her smile felt like honey dripping through Clarke’s soul, “Oh-… Well, you’re welcome then. Seriously, I’m so glad I could help. Do you- do you maybe want to talk about your day? It’s cool if not - I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.” The blonde had clinicals at the children’s hospital in a couple of hours, but she had time now to take a small lunch break, time she’d happily give to Lexa. It was in her nature to want to try and fix everyone’s problems even if it meant sacrificing herself, something she’d inherited from her father, and that her mother was constantly battling - the woman was scared Clarke would run herself into the ground.

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At the mention of actually talking about her shitty day, full lips pressed together as she averted her gaze. In all honesty, she wouldn’t mind talking about it. But she was certain that the pretty blonde Barista she had a lowkey crush on had much better things to do than listen to her sob story. “You’re not overstepping, I just --I don’t want to bore you with my sad stories. It’s not exactly the best first impression, y’know?” She gave a light chuckle, devoid of much humour and awkward in nature. Lexa inhaled slowly through slightly parted lips, steeling herself for inevitable rejection at her next words. “But I wouldn’t mind some regular company? To talk about something, y’know-- other than sad stuff.” Her words came out in a rush, forcing herself to meet Clarke’s gaze.

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Clarke was messing around at a table beside Lexa’s, pretending to be cleaning when in reality she was actually just waiting for the woman to notice the drawing on the cup. It had been awhile and the brunette still hadn’t seen her motivational doodle, the paler woman’s eye caught before she even had a chance to look away. “Oh- yeah- of course…” Clarke was mortified, clearly Lexa had seen the drawing and was returning the cup as - as what? A sign of rejection? “I’m sorry about the drawing- that was inappropriate of me. You just- it just looked like you, like you were having a bad day and I wanted to cheer you up. Sorry. I’m really sorry-… I’ll make you a fresh coffee, on me.” The flustered and humiliated barista hastily tucked some hair behind her ear, rambling an embarrassing apology.

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Lexa looked at the flustered blonde curiously-- drawing? “Wait.” she murmured, reaching out to gently grasp Clarke’s wrist, pausing her as she lifted the cup. Carefully she pulled the cup from the other woman’s hand, turning it to inspect it properly. At the sight of the drawing she couldn’t help the smile that tugged full lips upward-- easily the most “proper” smile she’d ever shown, at least to Clarke. Lexa didn’t even realize she was still loosely holding onto the blonde’s wrist as she looked up into blue eyes, her own shining with something akin to affection as she valiantly held off tears. “I was having a bad day. The worst actually. I just-- Thank you, Clarke. You don’t need to apologize for the drawing.”

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Going about her work; restocking displays; cleaning; and looking after the few customers trickling in and out of the trendy, on-campus coffee shop, Clarke let her eyes drift over to the mysterious brunette - whom she now knew was named Lexa - as the woman looked down at her notebook. The patrons of the cafe tended to be students, seeing as it was on the university campus, and Clarke often saw the face Lexa was currently pulling, the same one she made when she was trying to paint a particularly unforthcoming piece.

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It took a while, but once Lexa had finally got into her writing “zone”, she sat diligently for hat could be considered far too long, until the side of her hand was smeared with ink and her coffee, only half drank, had gone cold, her feet close to numb as she’d tucked her legs up beneath her. When she finally put her notebook and pen down, the sun was setting outside the window and the shop was empty save for one other person. As she glanced around, she caught the blonde barista’s eye again, giving her a soft smile. “Think I could get another one of these that’s actually hot?” She laughed lightly, gesturing to her forgotten drink.

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Clarke chuckled at how flustered the woman was, grinning at her from behind the machine, “Lexa-… It suits you.” She nodded again, going back to her doodle as the brunette, Lexa, went and sat down. It didn’t take long to finish the rudimentary cartoon, filling the cup up with coffee and adding the sugars and vanilla pump. Serving Lexa was genuinely one of the best parts of Clarke’s day nad had been for a while, so the fact she finally had a name to put to the face - and coffee order - sparked a small grin that wouldn’t leave her face as she made her way over to where the woman sat. “Here we go- One black coffee, two sugars and one vanilla for Lexa.” The blonde declared as she placed the order down on the small, oak coffee table in front of the armchair the slightly tanned woman had situated herself in. “Just give me a shout if you need anything else.” Clarke hitched her thumb towards the counter, spinning and walking away before Lexa had time to see the drawing on her cup.

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“Thank you, Clarke.” She answered softly, clicking the ‘k’ sound against her teeth just a little more than necessary. Her feet tucked up beneath her, Lexa sat her notebook in her lap and touched her pen to the page-- attempting to write something, anything. She just couldn’t seem to keep her gaze away from the blonde behind the counter, green eyes flickering up to the barista almost like clockwork as she tapped her pen against the notebook, lower lip caught between her teeth as she tried to find some inspiration.

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Clarke only poked her head out to nod along with the stranger’s observation of her father, not wanting to talk about how he was no longer alive to be the intelligent man he was. “If you take a seat, I can bring this to you in a second.” She gestured to relatively deserted cafe, ducking back behind the machine and starting a fresh pot of coffee. Whilst the glorious liquid trickled through the filter, Clarke picked up the brunette’s cup, observing her handwritten order, an unnecessary reminder of specification’s the blonde already had memorised. Taking the sharpie from her apron, Clarke bit her lip in contemplation, chuckling to herself as she started out on the little cartoon. It was the girl in a space suit floating near a tiny earth as an alien version of Clarke sat on a small UFO, a cup of coffee in her hand outstretched towards the cartoon astronaut. A small speech bubble appeared beside the little Clarke’s mouth, the words, ‘the best is yet to come’ written neatly inside.

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The brunette simply nodded, going to find a seat before pausing. The hitch in her breath was audible as she went to speak, unable to find her words briefly. It occured to her then that the blonde barista still didn’t know her name and it had been what, months of her coming in? “Lexa.” The green eyed girl blurted finally, before turning a lovely shade of pink right to her ears. “My name, I mean. It’s Lexa. In case you were wondering. You probably weren’t because I’m just a random customer but I see you all the time, so I figured it might make things a little easier if you know me as something other than my coffee order...” She trailed off once she realized she was rambling horribly, opting to quirk the most awkward smile and nod slightly, before finally finding a spot in one of the big comfy arm chairs.

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Frowning at the brunette’s obvious bad mood, Clarke grabbed a coffee cup and wrote the woman’s order on it, placing it to one side as she rung up the order on the register, worrying her bottom lip as she waited for the customer to find her wallet, thinking of anything she could do to make that magical, humbling smile appear. She didn’t even know the woman’s name, Water House still being un-commercialised and rid of the modern traits of mainstream coffee shops, so it was fairly hard for Clarke to think of anything that wouldn’t seem too imposing or scare the brunette off. “My dad used to say that bad days were just the Universe’s way of preparing us for all the amazing ones to come… Christmas wouldn’t be as special if it happened everyday, right?” Blushing, Clarke looked down at her hands, passing the stranger her receipt and ducking behind the huge coffee machine to hide.

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The brunette easily payed her bill, tossing two bills into the tip jar as well before tucking her wallet back into her bag. Pressing her lips together slightly, Lexa looked up from her hands to make proper eye contact as Clarke spoke.The blonde’s low and pleasantly raspy voice made it impossible for her not to blush. “I--...” She started, trying to find a response for the unwarranted, but not unwelcome advice. “I think your father is a very intelligent man.” She replied simply, her lips curving upwards just slightly at the edges. It was small, but far more genuine than her previous, as it actually reflected in her eyes.

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“Hi, welcome to Water Avenue, what can I get you to- Oh! Hey, Stranger. Black, two sugars and one pump vanilla, right?” Clarke had been busy stacking cups beneath the counter when the next customer had entered, only realising her identity when she popped up from her crouched position. The mysterious brunette had been coming in for a while now, ordering her coffee and not saying much else. Secretly, seeing the beautiful tanned woman was one of the best parts of Clarke’s day, not that she’d tell anyone else that, and she’d been trying to think of ways to make her smile for the past couple of weeks.

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Lexa’s day so far had been a disaster, and it could be easily read on her face as she all but stormed into her favourite coffee shop-- wanting nothing more than to curl up on one of their big couches and lose herself in a book, and catch up on some writing. She had furrowed her eyebrows at the lack of employees around, only to startle slightly when the blonde-- Clarke, popped up from behind the counter. The barista’s cheery demeanor pulled Lexa from her stormcloud briefly, a slight smile tugging at full lips as she nodded softly. “My usual, yes.” She confirmed, already digging in her messenger bag for her wallet.