“Tell me what to do, Princess.” The nickname accidentally slips off his tongue and he receives a confused look from her.
“Barely know me and you already have a nickname?”
“Yeah. You can move those boxes,” she points to some in the corner of the living room, “to the counter by the fridge.”
He does what she asks and a few more things. He knows it’s crazy, but he wants to get to know her. He wants to know things that nobody else knows. He decides to start small and asks her, “So where are you from, Clarke?”
She seems to freeze for a split second but recollects herself quickly. “I’m from Polis.”
“Wow. That is quite a bit away. What made you move from the capitol to the small city of Sanctum?”
“Can you help me move this tv stand over to the corner?” she asks, deflecting Bellamy’s question. Throughout moving and unpacking her things, he observes that she always moves out of the way when he walks by. Not just a couple inches if that’s all that is necessary, but she moves across the entire room to avoid being by him. Maybe he is reading too much into their interaction? Maybe this is really just him helping her out? Bellamy likes to think they are becoming friends, but he doesn’t want to pressure her into it.