The Wife Project By Professor Alexandria Woods

The Untimely Circumstances

Summary:

The part where we pick off the dating experience of Lexa with Clarke. the obvious and oblivious and yet, genuine reaction of Lexa on this plot with Clarke's little curiosity. Let me know what you guys think! Hit the comment section and hit those kudos! Enjoy!

The first thing that I noticed when Clarke and I arrived home was that Clarke seemed to say whatever goes in her head. Which I find rather inappropriate and somehow, confusing. The reason I said this was because I accidentally bumped into her, after letting her in first as a true gentle woman should be, when she abruptly stopped by the the door way.

"Clarke?"

"Wow, Ms Clean freak. This place is... Bare as a baby's bottom. Sparkly clean- How come there's no picture on the wall?"

I had not had any visitors ever since Titus moved out of the building. I knew the only task tonight is to pull out an extra plate and cutlery. But I had been under stressful events lately and my energy level is quickly depleting ever since the No Dress Code Disaster. Clarke seemed to be in a permanently frenzied state.

We finally pushed into the living room area that adjoins the kitchen.

"Because the brain simply ignores them after awhile. Our brains are wired to focus on differences in our environment. Therefore, if I were to install a picture or art, my brain would notice for a few days and then ignores them. If I want to see a picture or art, I would simply go to the gallery. The art pieces there are of true nature and master piece compared to a cheap poster with a very bad quality printing of Mona Lisa for house decoration."

In fact, I had not visit the art gallery since the 14th of May, 2 years ago. However, this information is deemed unnecessary and no strong points and I saw no reason to share it with Clarke and open up other aspects of my personal life into the light.

Clarke had moved on and was now examining my stacks of CD by the television set. The inspection was becoming irritating. Dinner was already late.

"You really love Eagles. I didn't know some of this still survived. This must have cost a fortune!" Clarke said. This is was a reasonable deduction, as my CD collection consists of only by this American band. But it was not correct.

"I decided to focus on the Eagles after watching Hotel California. Unfortunately, I haven't make any progress. I don't think my brain works fast enough to decode the pattern in the music."

"It's a rock band, Lexa. What's there to decode?"

I simply stared at her.

"You don't listen to it for fun?" she continued.

This was beginning to sound like my initial dinner conversation with Titus. I still did not answered her.

"You've got an iPhone?"

"Of course, but I don't use it for music. I download podcasts." I stated.

"Let me guess - on history."

"Partially and for science. Yes."

I moved to the kitchen to begin dinner preparation and Clarke followed me, stopping to look at my whiteboard schedule.

"Wow," she said, again. This reaction was becoming predictable. I wonder what her response to bombing 300 warriors and being send back to space again.

I initiate retrieval of ingredients from the cardboards and refrigerator.

"Let me help you," Clarke said, "I can help chop something."

The implication of letting someone chop something who is not familiar with the recipe, After her comment of not being able to cook even in a life-threatening situation, I had visions of too fine chops ham and chunks carrots that's too big to swallow.