I hung up and set the phone back down, exhaling quietly. Eleanor was watching me, curiosity clear on her face.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"For now," I said, taking another sip of my milkshake. "Just another strange day."
She smiled faintly. "Seems like those are normal for you."
"Unfortunately," I replied, "yeah."
Eleanor checked her phone again, her thumb scrolling once before she stopped. She let out a quiet, disappointed exhale and shook her head.
I raised an eyebrow. "What, you on a tight schedule or something?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she tilted the phone toward me.
On the screen was a shopping page. A blue dress filled most of it, sleek and elegant, hugging the model in a way that immediately reminded me of the first time I'd seen Eleanor in blue. This one was bolder though, cut sharper, the kind of dress that didn't ask for attention so much as assume it. Right under the image, in painfully clear letters, it read: OUT OF STOCK.
