Your hiatus for I Need Somebody is killing me
DON’T DIE! Here, have an extended sneak peek:
“Oh, Anya! Hey! Sorry, did I wake you up when I dropped that frying pan?”
Anya frowns at her and answers calmly. “No, I was already awake. I get up early.”
“Right, how could I forget? You were always pushing for those 8.30 meetings for cell bio! Jasper and I hated you for that,” Clarke says with a light laugh. “Hey, where do you keep your salt and pepper?”
Anya does not answer and merely continues to frown, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. “You are in my house. At 8 in the morning.”
“Um, yeah, I guess I am.”
Anya does not say anything further, and merely waits for Clarke to explain her presence.
“I’m… making omelettes,” Clarke says uncertainly.
“I can see that.”
“My omelettes need salt and pepper. Preferably some cayenne powder, too, if you have any.”
“Um… Would you like an omelette?”
“I’m not a fan of omelettes.”
“Well, you haven’t tried my omelettes yet,” Clarke responds, attempting to sound more confident than she currently feels.
“No, I have not.”
There is a pause in the conversation, and Clarke simply continues to open drawers and cupboards at random, searching for what she needs.
“Clarke, you are in my house,” Anya says again, more slowly this time.
“Yeah, you mentioned that already,” Clarke says.