An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Unexpected

Clarke pulled on her blazer, making sure her slacks weren't wrinkled. Satisfied, she slid on her heels. From the outside, it looked like she was going to work in a tall building in the city. Somewhere with big desks, lots of computers, and a boss she would hate.

Thankfully, that wasn't her job. She just liked to dress up.

When she got into the shop, Grayson handed her a coffee. The boy was eighteen and practiced drawing everyday. He was hoping Clarke would give him a canvas soon.

"Big Al is in the back. We got a call two seconds before you came in. He wants an opening today."

"Well, how long will he need?" Clarke asked. Her day was actually open, though. "We talking two hours or eight?"

Grayson held up a sticky note. "Call him and see. I told him I would have someone return his call. Since I'm a lowly secretary," he grumbled the last part.

"No one else is free?" She raised a brow.

"Joel is going to witness his daughter's birth, Big Al has four sessions today, Mason has two appointments, and Alexander hasn't showed up yet."

She had forgotten Joel's wife was already nine months pregnant. It hasn't felt like that long, but it had been about three months since the baby shower.

Clarke took the sticky note with her, dropping by Al first. "Hey, boss. Busy day?"

The big man was covered in tattoos, wore a biker jacket, had a long dark beard that was graying, and could give a look that made you wonder if he wold cut you. But, he was a giant teddy bear.

"Why do you look like you work on Wall Street?" He chuckled. She dressed differently everyday.

Clarke shrugged. "I was feeling business-y today. You need anything done today?"

"Grayson said someone called."

Clarke held up the sticky note. "I'm on it."

She went into her own "office" area. She put her purse in the cabinet and sipped her coffee before picking up a phone.

"Hello?" It was a deep voice.

"Hi, I'm with Dragon Scale, returning your call from earlier."

"Oh. Yeah, I wanted to know if I could make an appointment."

The schedule for today is pretty empty," she tried to say happily. "Would today work for you?"

"Yeah, I will drop in soon. Thanks."

Clarke put the phone back down, sighing. At least she had plenty of time to set up.

**
An hour later, Grayson called her name. "Clarke, live one!"

She left her phone on her table, not wanting to be rude to a customer. When she stepped into the lobby, a tall, deeply tanned man with wild, dark hair was arguing. The girl he was arguing with was beautiful with sleek, dark hair.

"Hi!" Clarke smiled. "Did we speak on the phone?"

His brown eyes moved up and down her body twice before meeting her eyes. "Yeah," he said slowly.

"Great. I'm Clarke. Walk with me to my room." He didn't budge. "You did want a tattoo, correct?"

He nodded, and they followed Clarke through the building. She sat down on her office chair, nodding to the couple. The girl sat in the chair to the side while the man sat down in her tattoo chair.

She opened her laptop. "Did you fill out your paperwork with Grayson?"

"Bellamy Blake."

Clarke typed it in, finding it immediately. Twenty nine, clean, sober, tattoo. "Alright. What were you looking to get?"