HIS HUMAN MATE

CHAPTER FIVE

Back at her place, Clara put away the items she had purchased from the store on her way back, in the fridge and began mentally preparing to make dinner for herself and a separate meal of cat food for her tabby.

She browsed through the freshly bought and pre-existing groceries and settled on a classic dish of macaroni and cheese. After a long day of settling in at the office, she wasn't going to burden herself with making any high effort dish.

Before then, she undressed and took a hot, refreshing bath, breaking out her scented candles and bath oils that she had been saving for a special occassion.

A good first day at your new high paying job definitely counts.

35 minutes after the bath, she stood in

her kitchen donning her hello kitty themed pyjamas and was about to plate her meal, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Coming," she says, stepping over Pippa, her Tabby, to get to the door. She opened the door and a wide smile immediately settled on her face.

"Justin!" she yells in excitement, basically jumping into her friend's arms.

"Clara!" Justin called back, tightly returning her hug. "It's been so long," he added and raised a wine bottle, "fancy a drink?".

Clara gives an animated nod and lets him in with a giggle.

Justin was a staple figure in her life, being her closest friend since childhood. He was the son of her father's closest friend so it only made sense that they grew up extremely close too. He was like the brother she never had.

"I thought I'd come by and help you celebrate," He said, kicking off his shoes and making a beeline to Pippa, who was sat on her little kitty cushion and picking her up.

"Well, you're just in time 'cuz I made mac and cheese," Clara said, taking the bottle from him and walking into the kitchen to serve them both.

"So how was your first day?" She had told Justin about the strange interview and he too thought it was weird.

Minutes past and they were done with their meals, sat on the couch and sipping on their wine while they conversed on random conversation which mainly centered around Clara's day at work and her lunch date with Vivian

A comfortable silence settled between them which was then broken by Justin "That is one heck of a car," he mused, looking outside her window.

"What car?" Clara asks, shifting so she could see too. "It's too dark" she huffs, getting up to look through the window'

The car drives off almost immediately she reaches the window, not letting Clara get a glimpse of it's occupant.

It was a really fancy car though, she could tell from the little she could make of it. Didn't seem like a car that would be parked in her neighborhood.

She closed her blinds and got back to her spot on the couch.

"So, you know my lunch date with Vivian?" she asks gaining a nod from Justin "We had a very nice time but there's a part of the conversation I just can't get out of my head."

"What is it?"

"It's nothing big, really, we just had a weird moment where she asks me about my thoughts about werewolves."

This causes Justin to quirk his brows, "What is she? Some kind of werewolf sympathizer? Some kind of werewolf?" he asks, practically yelling the last part out.

"No, no, She's not that. At least I don't think. She was just curious about my ill feeling towards them," she pauses, "I told her about dad. She seemed to get it then."

"Why would she press that out of you?" he was visibly getting annoyed. Justin had always been protective of Clara, ever since they were little. It touches her heart to see how much he cares for her but sometimes she wished he would realize that there was no real reason to worry.

She can protect herself . She is not weak.

It's alright Justin, she didn't know," She says, placing her hand over his. A glint crosses Justin's eyes, but goes unnoticed by Clara as she starts to clear out the dishes and head to the kitchen.

"Also, she invited me for dinner with her family," Clara says over her shoulder. She drops the dishes in the sink and goes to pour herself another glass of wine.

"Dinner with your boss? Isn't that weird?" he remarks, a deep line of disapproval pressed between his brows.

"Not dinner with my boss," Clara corrects, wagging her finger. "Dinner with my friend and her family. Nothing weird about that" her tone was laced with a playful snark which causes Justin to relax.

He may not have liked the arrangement but as long as Clara's happy, so is he.

Another look crosses his face which, yet again, goes unnoticed by Clara.