Zara Ellison never planned on causing so much trouble. First, there's her tragic one-night stand living next door, who Zara loves to taunt. Then, there's his roommate, where the two catch feelings during a series of flings.
In other words: Zara was...
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THE ONE WITH BEING ALONE. EPISODE THREE.
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Zara and Monica had a plan: for Zara, she was focused on her getting the latest draft of her novel done; and for Monica, she was busy with jam. It was a little crazy in the kitchen with the fruit overspilling and the jam bubbling, but Zara only had a little space for her laptop.
"Hey, look at me," Monica greeted her brother and Rachel. "I'm making jam."
"And I've almost finished my edits," Zara added with a grin.
"We've been at it since four this morning," said Monica.
"Where'd you get fruit at four in the morning?" Ross questioned.
"Went down to the docks," Monica told them. "Rach, bet you didn't know you can get it wholesale."
"I didn't know there were docks," Rachel confessed.
There was a knock at the door as Joey came in with Chandler following. Zara's smile vanished, but not because of Chandler this time; Joey had his arm in a sling. Seeing him, they were all sympathetic as they greeted him.
"Is it broken?" Ross asked.
"No," Joey answered. "But I got to wear this for a couple of weeks."
"Did you tell the doctor you did it jumping on your bed?" Rachel questioned.
"No," said Joey. "I had a whole story worked out, but then...Chandler sold me out."
"Well, I'm sorry, Joe," Chandler replied. "I didn't think the doctor was going to buy that it just fell out of the socket."
Zara smiled again. "Oh, Joey. Even the kids in my class are more creative than that."
"Hey," Joey protested. "My arms in a sling, you gotta be nice to me."
"I'll try," Zara offered, holding up a piece of fruit. "Would you like a peach?"
"What is this?" Joey questioned, noticing the chaos for the first time as he took the squishy piece of fruit from Zara's hand. "Fruit?"
"Good job, Joey," Zara teased but was still nice. "You've earned a gold star."
There was another frown on Joey's face, but Zara was still smiling.
"Monica's making jam," Rachel told them.
"Woah, jam? I love jam!" Joey exclaimed, turning to face Chandler. "Hey, how come we never have jam at our place?"
"Because the kids need new shoes," Chandler replied.
"I'm going into business, people," Monica stated, not stopping with a bowl of fruit placed on the table next to Zara, making her workspace even smaller. "I'm sick and tired of being depressed about Richard. I needed a plan — a plan to get over my man. And what's the opposite of man? Jam!"
