After Clara dropped off Justin, she tried calling Z, but he didn't answer. She was worried he might be sick again, so she sent him a bunch of texts. Normally, he'd reply right away, but this time it took him a whole half hour to get back to her with a simple: "Busy, got stuff going on."
Feeling uneasy, Clara called him again. When he picked up, his voice sounded a bit off. "Z, are you sick again?" she asked.
"No, it's just been crazy busy here at Nightshade," he replied.
Clara didn't know much about Nightshade, assuming it was like any regular company that gave time off for holidays. She took a deep breath, realizing she was parked outside a big supermarket.
"So, are we still on for dinner tomorrow? Think you'll have time?" she asked hopefully.
There was a pause, then a sigh from the other end. "We'll see. I'm really swamped."
A wave of disappointment washed over Clara. With Ryan spending the holiday with Sarah, and if Z was tied up too, she'd be ringing in the new year solo.
"Alright, focus on your stuff. Just call me if things change," she said, trying to sound upbeat.
She hung up and drove home. If she was celebrating alone, there was no need for festive groceries. As she was about to get out of the car, she noticed a jar in the backseat—an herbal mix from an old alternative medicine expert, perfect for making health-boosting chicken soup.
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