The Change of Subject

 

Unable to cause any real distress, Lexa slumped her shoulders in defeat. “Okay, fine. You win. I’ll just assume you have some inexplicable superpower, and you’re keeping me in the dark for my own protection.”

 

“Exactly,” Clarke winked. “I couldn’t live with myself if I put you in danger. You’re just too special, Woods.”

 

And yeah, okay, Lexa could get over it despite how badly she hated the unknown. Clarke’s grin was worth it. “So, tiger, tell me more about this fancy dinner you have to go to tonight.”

 

Lexa nearly rolled her eyes at the blatantly obvious change of subject, but if she was honest, it was more than welcome. “It’s just some dinner for the senior kinesiology majors and their advisors. It happens every year.”

 

Clarke perked up, and her face adorably brightened. “What are you going to wear?”

 

“I hadn’t really given it much thought,” Lexa sighed. She caught a glimpse of the time and mentally told herself that she really should start getting ready. “Probably just a black skirt and a white blouse.”

 

“Let me dress you!”

 

“What?”

 

“Please? Let me raid your closet. I want to help.”

 

Lexa kept her face impressively impassive at Clarke’s pure unadulterated glee. “I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself.”

 

“Are you, Miss Queen of the Jeans/Boots/Flannel Combo? I’ve literally never seen you wear anything but that outside of your trainer uniform.”

 

Lexa huffed indignantly. She lowered her eyes as she stood to tower over Clarke. “I have a unique style.”

 

“Uniquely boring,” Clarke teased. Lexa reveled in their banter, loving the way their back and forth pulled natural smiles from Clarke, but part of her was a little stung by Clarke’s comments, so she just gestured grandly to the door.

 

“Go on then,” Lexa looked over towards her front door to make her point. “I don’t need help from someone who thinks I’m boring.”

 

“Wait, Lexa, I was just teasing,” Clarke practically begged with a look of panic in her eyes. “Please forgive me.”