Alexandria Evergreen never wanted her rough childhood to define her, so after overcoming numerous challenges, she built her own company, Trikru Inc., from the ground up. Now, the young CEO, entrepreneur, and notorious workaholic has been in a long-t...
After hanging out again that first time in a long time, Clarke and Lexa started spending some more time together occasionally, although the following times they'd met up hadn't been for an entire day, nor had there been any sleeping involved during any future meetings. Usually, it would be a quick lunch on a weekend, or getting a drink on a Friday night.
But Lexa finally, finally, had started taking a couple hours off whenever she and Clarke hung out. And sometimes, she would even go home before 9 PM. Which obviously was still late and out of the norm, but Anya and Clarke were extremely thankful for this small improvement.
This had been going on for about two months, and on month three, Lexa is the one inviting Clarke to their First Friday get-together at the bar again.
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Was Alexandria fooling herself here if she though Clarke saying she was almost jealous was the blonde flirting with her? Almost jealous of what? Of whom? Lexa was growing increasingly annoyed with herself for holding out this potential idle hope for something that may never be again. But she could not seem to help herself, no matter how hard she tried.
And so, when Friday rolls around, and Alexandria will finally see her favorite blonde again for hopefully an entire evening, she finds herself getting more nervous the later it gets.
That was a new thing that had been happening to her lately; every time she was bound to see the blonde barista, her nerves ran rampant. They weren't entirely unpleasant; however, it was unnerving because she wasn't used to being this out of control. She was used to always being composed, and that's how she liked it.
But here she was, sitting in her seat in the back of the bar, facing the door so she would see Clarke come in, waiting impatiently for her much-anticipated arrival.
She had even gone as far as to leave with her other employees at around 5.30 PM just to make sure she would be there when the blonde arrived. Just so she could spend the maximum amount of time with her, and she wouldn't miss a second of the other woman's company.
When 7 PM rolls around and Clarke still isn't there, nor has she texted Lexa, the brunette texts Clarke instead. It takes close to half an hour to receive a response; all the while Lexa can barely focus on the conversations going on around her as she keeps checking the door and her phone every two minutes until Lincoln places a hand on her arm and tells her to knock it off with a pointed look.
