You were the quiet girl, dating the cold and untouchable popular guy.

That was his title, but truly… he just had a hard time with love—and even after months, he was still cold.

But either way, he tried.

You two were at a diner—it was one of the rare days you both had time to meet.

“So… how was training?” you asked with a small smile.

“Fine,” Clarke replied, pulling out his phone, leaning back, and sighing.

You nodded, glancing around the room, watching other couples laughing and play-fighting.

Clarke smiled suddenly at his phone, and you nudged him.

“What’re you smiling at?” you teased softly.

“Texting Lyra,” he muttered.

Right—his girl best friend.

“What’s it about?” you asked.

“An inside joke,” he shrugged just as the food arrived. “I wanted to meet up with her after lunch.”

You frowned. “Clarke…” You hadn’t spent any proper time together in weeks.

“What?” he sighed. “I barely see her.”

“You saw her a week ago…” you muttered under your breath, but then forced a smile. “Nothing. If that’s what you want to do.”

You both ate in silence.

But your heart ached every time his eyes lit up whenever his phone buzzed.

“You good? You’re quiet.”

“The food’s just too good,” you lied with a teasing smile.