you pushed open the heavy wooden door of the dimly lit bar, feeling out of place in this strange city. polis was unlike anywhere you had ever been before—its ancient structures, the flickering torchlights, the grounder warriors passing you with silent, curious glances. your first day as ambassador to the sky people, and already you felt the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you.

you sighed, slipping onto a barstool, figuring you could use a moment of quiet. tomorrow, you were supposed to meet with the legendary commander, but tonight you needed to breathe. the bartender approached, offering you a drink with a nod.

before you could take your first sip, the door opened again, and someone else entered the bar. you glanced over, your attention immediately caught by the woman who walked in—tall, with striking green eyes and brown hair that fell loosely around her shoulders. she was dressed simply in a dark tunic and leather straps that you assumed meant she was a kind of warrior, but something about the way she carried herself, her quiet confidence, made you pause.

the woman spotted the empty seat beside you and smiled as she approached.

“mind if I sit here?”

she asked in a soft, yet commanding voice.

you found yourself smiling back.

“Not at all.”

as the woman sat down, she waved to the bartender, who seemed to know her without her saying a word. The two women sat in comfortable silence for a moment before the stranger turned to you.

“you’re not from here,”

she observed, her voice curious, though not unkind.

you shook your head.

“no, just arrived today.“

As the hours passed, the bar began to empty, but Clarke didn’t feel the need to leave. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone tonight, let alone someone like this. There were moments when their hands brushed as they reached for their drinks.

eventually, the night caught up with them, and you realized how late it had become. you sighed, feeling reluctant to leave.

“I should go, got a big day tomorrow.“

you say tired