So much fun to write.

A young woman sits alone in a small town bar enjoying a large steak, salad, and glass of wine. Her features are beautiful and soft; bright blue eyes, full pink lips, soft blonde curls pinned on one side. She is smiling into her phone, the a single freckle sits about a quarter inch above the left side of her smile and bobs up and down as she amuses herself. She's wearing a red henley, rolled up at her elbows, blue jeans and cowboy boots. On her wrist a large man's watch with a gold face and leather band.

A few tables over four young men are desperately trying to get her attention. Made brave by the beer in their bellies, one of them notice the large red cross on the bag at her feet. "Hey blondie, what kinda doctor are you?" his friends egg him on slapping him on the back, "Do get a lot of cases of, like, priapism?" laughter explodes from his friends filling the otherwise quiet bar.

"Dude, I really hope you are not asking me to look at your dick?" She talks to them without looking up from her phone. "I've been dick free for almost a year, and I'm not going to fall off the waggon for your crooked little stump." His friends are rolling with laughter.

"Gus! How did she know it was crooked?"

"Shut up Lincoln!" Gus is visibly deflated.

"Hi baby, have you been waiting long?" The blonde looks up from her phone to find a slender young woman standing over her, wild and thick, curly brown hair tossed to the side. White button down shirt not quite tucked into a pair of painted on blue jeans. Plump red lips, breaking into a crooked smile just before she leans down and kisses her.

The moment their lips are apart the petite blonde excitedly licks and bites her bottom lip trying to keep the taste of her new friend fresh, "I just got my food, sit down, get something too." Her blue eyes are almost silver as she gets a burst of courage, when the brunette leans forward to slide into her seat she grabs her shirt collar and lands a kiss on her bottom lip suckling at it for a moment. Taking the brunette by surprise making her hover over her wooden chair for a moment.

"Lexa, God dammit! How do you get every hot blonde that comes into this fucking bar." Gus is irrate. Him and his friends drop money on the table and leave, loudly pushing their chairs around.

Lexa's eyes follow them out of the bar, and turns her attention back to her new kissing friend. "Hi! Alexandra Espinosa, my friends call me Lexa." She pronounces the x in her full name like a j. "My parents own this bar, those guys are on my soccer team." She continues to babble nervous energy trying to be disguised with bravado. Thin fingers with too many silver rings play with her bottom lip, the blonde hears only every other word as she is trying to figure out if Lexa's eyes are green, gray, hazel. Lexa's keeping a watchful eye on her tables, they race around the room, every time they land on the stunning blonde with eyes like the sky they are a different color.

"I'm Clarke Griffin." she cuts Lexa off mid sentence about soccer. "How old are you?"

"What a rude thing to ask." She pulls a pen out from behind her ear and begins to tap it on her lips.

"Your parents own this place?"

"Yes"

"One of them is here?"

"Yea, my dad." she throws a thumb over her shoulder nearly losing the pen in the process.

"You are exceptionally cute." Lexa's eyes get wide, her eyebrows shoot up and she shifts forward in her chair. "But you don't look a day over 17. I can't imagine he saw us kiss, but if he had, would he be chasing me out of here with a cleaver? He looks quick." Clarke leans back in her chair.

Lexa bites her lower lip, trying to keep her smile at bay, "I'll tell you when you pick me up after shift."

Clarke's eyes narrow, she leans her head to the side thinking carefully about her response. Before she can get anything out. Lexa jumps at the sound of her father, "Alexandra! Estas trabajando o que?" The man behind the counter has two plates in his hands. "La gente esta esperando hija." Lexa races over to take the plates and disappears into a different section of the bar. Clarke watches her move like a sprite, full of energy, calling all of her customers by name. As soon as her father vanishes back into the kitchen she's back at Clarke's table.

"I'm off at 8."

"Why is this steak so good?"

"Argentinean beef. Are you staying in town?"

"I just moved here."

"Are you some kind of doctor?"

"Paramedic, I came from the firehouse dropping off my turnout gear. They told me to come here for dinner. Be honest, are you in high school?"

Lexa rolls her eyes, "No, I'm not in high school. Are you staying for dessert? The blueberry pie is my favourite.

"Say that again?"

"Which part? Don't make fun of my accent." She takes a tomato from Clarke's salad.

"I'm not, it's charming. Say favourite again?"

"Alexandra." She jumps up again, balancing four plates on her long toned arms. Lexa smiles at her dad and apologizes. When she returns to the bar, they talk in hushed tones for a while. Clarke can tell they are talking about her because both of them are trying very hard not to look over. Her dad keeps leaning his head in her direction and raising his eyebrows. Clarke clicks her phone back on and desperately tries to look riveted by it's contents.

Clarke: I think I just kissed a teenage girl.

Octavia: You think you kissed her, or you think she's a teenager?

Clarke: She kissed me first, then I kissed her, now I'm pretty sure she's a teenager.

Octavia: Weren't you going to lunch? We've been in town for 6 minutes. Slow your roll.

Clarke: I know you're right. Shit her dad's coming.

When Lexa's father came to bring Clarke her chek he introduced himself and asks how her meal was. Welcomes her to town and invites her to comeback Tuesday; first responders eat for free.

She pays quickly and slides out before Lexa can stop her.

Octavia starts interrogating Clarke before she's even out of her truck. "Tell me about your new house? What's the Cheif like?" She's sitting on the brick steps leading to the door of their shared house beer in hand.

"The guys seem cool. The chief is a hardass, she didn't like that I was using my bag from the service, she made me switch everything over to one she had there." Octavia pops the top of the bottle on the brick step and hands a beer to Clarke as she sits on the step next to her. "I didn't meet my driver, it's her birthday today and she was off. I'll meet her day after next. I'm sure it'll be cool. You? Did you go by the station?"

"Yeah, I've gotta jump through like 57 hoops but I should have a job by next month. I stopped by the gym on the way back, there are teams looking for a striker, so…" When Clarke's last relationship imploded she picked a small town almost at random near her mom in Washington DC to start over in. Octavia having just finished with the police academy and not wanting to join a department in the city jumped into Clarke's truck at the last minute. "Tell me about this child you were kissing? If my first arrest warrant is for you, don't think i won't arrest your ass."

"Don't be gross she's not a child. She was my smoking hot waitress of questionable age." Clarke starts explaining the scene to her friend. Including every detail about Lexa's eye and how good the food was. "You should come with us tonight."

"On your date?! I'm cutting you off Griffin."

"Get away from my beer. What time is it? Shit."