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INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
It's late, the only source of light being that of the small light over the sink in the kitchen.
The lock on the front door clicks and Lexa steps through. She swings the door shut and locks it then heads further into the dark house.
With the flick of the wrist she floods the kitchen with bright light. With a sigh of relief she shucks out of her high heels, and leaves them in the middle of the floor to walk around the island to the refrigerator.
Lexa goes to open the freezer but stops and instead plucks off a blue sticky note from the fridge that has Clarke's messy slanted handwriting on it reading "Don't Wait Up."
Lexa crumbles the note and throws it into the trash and then kicks the door shut with maybe more force than is warranted.
LEXA: Trust me you don't have to tell me twice.
Lexa then proceeds to pull out sauce pans, skillets, and a bottle of wine from the cabinets.
She sets a pot of water to boil then plops down onto the couch with a glass of wine.
She turns on the TV to a random channel.
For a few minutes Lexa watches "COPS" in a daze, until her phone vibrates in her lap. With lighting quick reflexs she picks it up and checks the notification, only to groan at seeing a message from Devin, their therapist.
LEXA: Sorry, have to cancel the appointment for this week, does next Tuesday work?
Lexa types out a reply only to pause, does next tuesday work for Clarke. Then remembering the note from the fridge Clarke types out an affirmative and then sends it.
Scrolling through her contact next, Lexa finds Clarkes, moves back and forth between a text or a call then settles on calling.
As she waits for the call to go through Lexa drinks the rest of her wine and then heads back to the kitchen, grabs the wine and refills her glass, more than last time.
VOICEMAIL: Hi you've reached Clarke Griffin, sorry I couldn't get to the phone right now leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon.
BEEEEP
LEXA: Hey Clarke, Devin cancelled our appointment for Friday, I hope it's fine with you but I told him that we could reschedule for Tuesday.
Lexa takes a sip of her wine and then clears her throat.
LEXA: I'm making dinner, I'll leave your portion in the microwave...
Lexa checks the water, it's boiling. She goes to the pantry. Boxes of elbow, rigatoni, penne, angel, linguine, spaghetti, shell pasta are stacked together like a tetris puzzle. She runs her finger across them, back and forth.
LEXA: So I heard the new voicemail, I didn't know we had decided to change our last names back
She stops on angel, grabs the box, and pulls the door shut with her foot. With enough force to dent the box Lexa slams it onto the counter and then rips into it.
LEXA: But it's whatever it's not like we didn't decide we would talk before we made these choices
She pours it into the boiling water.
LEXA: I'm sure you're just being spiteful again...
Lexa leans back onto the counter, massaging one of her temples.
LEXA: Look if this is about last night's argument I'm sorry okay... I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't bring anything to the table either. I know your art is important and that you're trying okay...It's important to me as well, you are-so don't even begin to think that's what i meant because it's not okay.
Lexa paces, then stops.
LEXA: I-I'll see you later tonight okay, we'll talk then...love you...bye.