"Hello, you should try our new cookies," the barista says with a friendly smile, holding out a tray with cookies. "These are free samples and we are selling them two for the price of one."
"Cookies," Clarke says, eagerly taking one because she's hungry. "Are there nuts in these cookies?"
Lexa is surprised to hear that Clarke remembers the fact that she's allergic to nuts. She wasn't going to eat from the cookies anyway because it's early and all she wants is a cup of coffee, but the girl is so caught up in it that she just lets her be. It's a little unusual to witness Clarke looking out for her.
I forgot you're allergic to nuts, Lex. It's not like I smeared peanut butter on every sandwich on purpose.
"Free samples are nice, but you should mention there are nuts in them," Clarke says to the barista, not meaning to sound rude. "Some people are allergic and by the sight of these cookies you can't tell they contain nuts."
Lexa addresses the second barista and pays for two coffees, amused that Clarke is still on about the cookies by the time the other barista hands her their coffee. She clears her throat, which has the girl looking at her. "Coffee?" she asks, holding one of the cups out to her.
"Err, yes," Clarke answers, blushing when she realizes people are staring. "I think I uh... made the message clear by now."
Lexa contains a chuckle when she hears the barista with the tray of cookies address another customer, listing all the ingredients down to the pinch of salt. "Yes, I believe so," she agrees. It's somewhat unsettling that she spent four years being in a relationship with Costia who constantly kept forgetting the fact that she's allergic to nuts while Clarke remembered. That tells her enough about how little her ex cared about her. People can forget things, but a severe allergy is not a minor detail. It's literally life or death for her.
Clarke pulls a chair back for Lexa, considering the door had been held open for her when they entered. Finn never had that kind of courtesy, most of the times he'd even let the door close right in front of her. Comparing Miss Woods to her shitty ex doesn't do her justice. Lexa is sweet, polite, caring and many other things which Finn isn't. The bubble she'd been living in sure has burst.
"May I see your sketches, Clarke?" Lexa asks, nodding her head in the direction of the sketchbook that's placed on the table.
"Of course," Clarke answers, smiling as she slides her sketchbook towards Lexa. It's sweet how Miss Woods shows a genuine interest in her passion. "I've been trying to sketch that tree that's near the lake. I know the leaves have fallen, but that's just a part of the beauty because at first I sketched the tree with leaves and now without leaves. Eventually I'll sketch it when it's covered in some snow and then when it blossoms again in spring," she rambles, getting a bit carried away.
"Your eye for detail is remarkable," Lexa says approvingly. She's not an art critic of any kind, though she believes Clarke has potential to take her passion very far. If the girl has her artwork in a gallery someday she wouldn't be surprised. She skims through each sketch and pauses when she sees one that's a pair of green eyes.
"I uh, this one isn't finished yet," Clarke says awkwardly as she closes her sketchbook. She tries not to blush now that she's been caught. It's just that Lexa's eyes are such a special intense shade of green which she wanted to capture on paper. She's been drawing Miss Woods' eyes from her memories, from each time she was close enough to look into her eyes.
Lexa can see how flustered Clarke is, which is cute. "Are you trying to draw me like one of your French girls?" she asks teasingly as she raises an eyebrow. The opportunity was there so she seized it because she couldn't have resisted even if she tried.
