"Miss Woods?" Clarke asks curiously. "Why do you jog at night?"
"I enjoy the fresh air," Lexa answers. She exhales quietly and looks up at the sky. "Sometimes I stop and sit to look at the stars."
"Can you see Cassiopeia?" Clarke asks as she looks up as well.
Lexa tilts her head to look at the girl. "Do you like space?"
"I used to take astronomy classes, but I dropped them," Clarke answers with a faint smile. "Space is nice and I bet there's more life out there than we know."
"Life is all around us," Lexa says with a soft sigh.
"That sounds kind of corny," Clarke replies, chuckling lightly. It almost feels as if she's hanging with a friend, but Miss Woods is her professor, who she shouldn't insult. Not that she meant it as an insult. "Kind of like love is all around us," she clarifies.
Lexa contains her instinct to scoff and purses her lips. She's tempted to say that love is weakness, though she doesn't want to receive any nosy questions. "It is late," she says, starting to feel a bit too cold. At first she'd been warm enough from running, but they've been sitting here for a while.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you here," Clarke says, eyes wide as she gets up. She knows Miss Woods wants to walk her back to make sure she's safe, which is sweet. "This night didn't go the way I thought it would," she says, sighing. "Not that you're not good company or anything. Ugh, I'm sorry... yikes. Don't flunk me?"
"That would be unreasonable, Miss Griffin," Lexa assures the girl.
"You could call me Clarke," Clarke suggests, finding the formality strange. "Or not," she adds quickly when Miss Woods remains stoic.
Lexa's hand shoots out to steady the girl when she trips. She can tell that she's all jittery and unfocused. "How did you expect your night to go?" she asks, sensing the girl has some things on her mind.
"Well, for starters I thought my boyfriend would be at the party," Clarke answers, sighing. "The party that totally didn't have alcohol," she says quickly. Great, what the fuck? That's not suspicious at all. "My best friend is so mean when it comes to my boyfriend and I don't get it. He has been nothing but sweet and still she acts as if he's some sort of devil."
"You care for your friend's opinion," Lexa says as she walks Clarke back.
"Kind of, I guess," Clarke replies, shrugging. "I mean, I would really like it if my best friend and my boyfriend would get along. They're two people who mean a lot to me."
Lexa nods, merely to let the girl know she's been listening. She doesn't always have much to say and when it comes to love she's not great to talk to.
Clarke slips her hands in her pockets to protect them from the cold. She hadn't intended to stay at the park for more than some minutes, but that changed with Miss Woods' arrival. "How old were you when you started with martial arts?" she asks curiously. She can't see Miss Woods' figure that well with that far too large shirt, though she bets she has abs. The sweats and shirt create a different sight than the suits Miss Woods wears to teach.
"I was five," Lexa answers, remembering it well.
"Five?" Clarke repeats, surprised. "No way, you must have been such a tiny dumpling."
"Yes way," Lexa says, because she really was only five when she had begun. "Uncle Gustus has a whole album of photographs to prove it."
"I can't say I'm convinced," Clarke replies, smiling coyly. "Maybe you should show me those pictures."
