Clexa One Shots

It's Raining Gay (AU)

By: TheSSClexa
Rain is the worst.

At least, that's what Lexa's sticking with. Every time it rains it inevitably sours her mood and draws complaints from her. It's not exactly the rain that's the problem, it's the people. A gunmetal grey sky and gloomy surroundings? That's fine. It's more its unerring tendency to always make people late, always rendering them unable to navigate the same route to work, misplace items, or any other number of ridiculous minor inconveniences. Lexa can't understand it, especially with the accuracy of weather forecasting in this day and age. She simply ensures utmost preparedness; equips herself with a pair of waterproof boots, rain coat, and umbrella before braving the buckets falling out of the sky lately.

Rain in itself is a lovely thing; Lexa's quite fond of the acoustics. The pitter-patter against roofs, the swooshing of cars through puddles, and if she's lucky, the low rumble of thunder in the distance. It's soothing. If she focuses on that rather than the way people typically rush about on a rainy day during her morning commute to work, her day will go fine.

Except today, apparently. That quickly becomes evident when Lexa steps off the train and is greeted by a large handwritten sign.

FLOODED (sorry!) CLOSED

As a coffee connoisseur, the sky's recent deluge has flooded Lexa's favorite coffee shop. The sudden rise in the water level left the underground-situated shop walls seeping and several inches of stagnant water on the floor. Wonderful. Lexa gazes at the sign plastered on the window for another moment, wistful already at the thought of her usual coffee waiting just beyond the locked door. A low dose of annoyance and disappointment circulate her veins. Since her move to Arkadia City, it had taken a few weeks for the baristas at this coffee shop to recognize her and memorize her drink, making for easier mornings. This is her coffee place and she's not one to deviate from her normal routine. Maybe she doesn't have to go anywhere else; maybe she could survive one day without any coffee.

Yeah right. She snorts and fishes out her phone to pull up a search for the nearest coffee shop. She sighs when she realizes the nearest one is three blocks away and the opposite direction to her place of work. Resigned to her fate, Lexa pops open her umbrella and navigates toward her source of caffeine. Like all coffee shops, it smells sweet— freshly ground beans, and something distinctly fall: pumpkin spice. The space is outfitted with small tables, sofas, and local art. Everything Lexa expects until a shimmer of gold catches her eye.

The barista.

Fuck. Lexa stumbles as she passes through the doorway, but she'll blame it on her preoccupation while closing her umbrella and not the gorgeous woman behind the counter. She's absolutely beautiful. It's cliché and Lexa knows it, but as the line reduces, the blonde's attractiveness grows exponentially. Lexa watches her move: from the register to the espresso machine, blender, and back to the register. There's a unique carefree lightness about her, a stark contrast to customers' wet coats, black umbrellas, and rain depressed moods—Lexa included, up until this point anyway. Now rain drips from her umbrella and forms a puddle on the floor but she doesn't notice, instead lost in the squirm of butterflies in her belly and the draw of her eyes as though to magnets that exist in the form of blue eyes and an easy smile. A fellow barista speaks to her and the blonde barks a laugh that's deadly contagious, infecting a smile on Lexa's lips.

"Hi, welcome to Sky Café," the blonde greets and oh, God, her voice is deeper than Lexa expected, almost husky, like she smokes a pack a day or just rolled out of bed. The visual for that second option has Lexa's belly exploding with warmth and she looks away, cursing herself for blushing. The blonde tilts her head, smile curling higher on one end. "How can I help you?"