The Mistaken Identity

 

Lexa swiftly opened her text app, tapping on the thread at the top. She had just entered her text when a hand touched her shoulder. Lexa spun around, jumping nearly a foot in the air, and almost dropped her phone to the pavement.

 

“Whoa, sorry,” Clarke stood in front of her wide-eyed with her hands in the air in surrender.

 

“Clarke?” Lexa grasped at her chest as her heart threatened to pound right out of her ribcage. “What are you doing here? I saw you go into the woods.”

 

“What? Why would I go into the woods alone in the dark?” Clarke puzzled. “That’s just stupid.”

 

“That’s what I thought, and exactly why I was about to text you.”

 

“Guess I saved you a step then.”

 

Lexa turned her head back to the nature trail, her brows scrunching in confusion. “I could have sworn I saw you.”

 

Clarke shrugged her shoulders, tearing Lexa’s gaze from the woods and back to the adorable woman in front of her. “Maybe you're just really tired, and it’s doing funky things to your brain.”

 

“I… I guess maybe you’re right.”

 

“Get some rest, tiger,” Clarke mused. She needlessly straightened the lapels of Lexa’s blazer, and Lexa’s breath stuttered in her chest. “Wouldn’t want you doing something reckless like following a phantom into the woods.”

 

Clarke dropped her hands and skipped a few feet backwards, apparently ready to continue with whatever journey she was on before running into Lexa.

 

“Goodnight, Clarke,” Lexa waved at the practically bouncing woman.

 

“Night, Lexa!”