Bellamy meets a deaf Clarke Griffin in a coffee shop where he just so happens to work.
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The first time he saw her was two weeks before school started. He was at Grounders, a small coffee shop, working his part time shift when she came in.
He didn't see her at first, seeing as she came in during the morning rush, but once it died down, he saw her.
She was in the corner booth, reading a book that seemed to captivate her. It was as if the busy morning rush hadn’t bothered her at all.
He saw her look up, as if she sensed him looking at her, and when he saw her beautiful ocean blue eyes, he didn’t think he could look away. She sat there, looking like a princess, bright blonde hair that shined like the sun that fell mid back length, with those eyes that made you not want to look away. She had pale flawless skin and a small mole above her lip, which curled up in a small smile as she caught him staring at her.
She turned back to her book, smile still on her face and what looked like a blush of pink on her cheeks.
He was brought back to reality at the sound of Miller behind him. “If you keep staring at her like a creep, she’s gonna leave and that will be bad for business.” He taunted with a knowing smirk.
“Shut up Miller, aren’t you meant to be flirting with Monty in the kitchen? We need more muffins while you are at it.” Bellamy states while he goes back to the customers at the counter waiting to order.
“If you want her number, you better go talk to her before she leaves.” He says before heading into the kitchen in the back.
Bellamy just ignores him and focused on the customers.
“Hello, welcome to Grounders, what can I get for you?” Bellamy said while grabbing a cup to write down the order.
He kept looking over to her table to make sure she was still there, and to his delight, she was.
He finished taking orders and headed over to the empty tables to clean them up.
Once he finished, the girl was still there, engrossed in her book. Since there were not many customers, and no one at the register, he decided to take his break.
He headed over to her table cautiously.
“Hi.” He said as he neared. She didn’t look up. Did she hear him coming? Maybe she was ignoring him, he was being creepy earlier.
“Umm… I’m Bellamy,” he started as he stood in front of the table. He seemed to have startled her because she jumped a little, eyes wide as she saw him in front of her.
She looked behind her, thinking he was talking to someone else, and frowned when she saw no one.
“Hi, I’m sorry if I scared you. I swear, I’m not a creep who likes to stare at random girls who walk in here.” He states and sees the confused look on her face.
Maybe she doesn’t understand him. Does she not speak English?
She motions with her hands, moving a finger from her ear to her chin. Oh. Oh…
It isn’t that she doesn’t understand him, it is that she can’t hear him. She’s deaf.
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