Who: Lydia Martin and Peter Hale What: Awkward telepathy When: way backdated to the kryptonite plot Where: The studio where Peter works Rating: PG for innuendo? Status: Incomplete
Lydia was going to lock herself in her room and never come out. That’s what she’d told herself anyway. Ever since this whole telepathy thing started up, she’d been hearing everyone and everything that came from people’s heads. Her best friend was in love with her brother. Or at least wanted to bone him. And vice versa. She wanted to scrub out her brain. Why was it always someone else? No one ever thought about her like that.
So she was hiding in general, but she knew that she needed to go into work and pick up some clothes for a photoshoot that was happening later on. Thankfully there weren’t that many people around, so she tried to avoid them as quickly as possible and went up to Peter’s office. She thought he wouldn’t be there, and could just let herself in.
When she saw that he was there though, she tried not to look sheepish. “Hey.”