AN: Sorry this chapter is so short, the rest are going to be longer
Alana looked up as her doorbell rang, confused. No one really came to see her lately, personal or professional. She thought briefly about ignoring it, but decided not to be rude. Walking over, she opened the door to find a cheerfully smiling Beverly.
"Hey, Alana!"
"...Hello, Beverly" Alana replied slowly. The two were on cordial terms, certainly, but they didn't talk all that much, so this was quite unusual.
Beverly continued, "I haven't seen you around in a while and I thought you might be upset still, so I wanted to see if you needed anything. I brought beer."
Alana smiled in spite of herself, "Thanks, Bev, that's very thoughtful, actually." She motioned for Beverly to come in, and closed the door.
"So, are you feeling okay?" Beverly asked quietly.
Alana knew what she was referring to. She breathed deeply. "I-I'm okay. I mean-" she cut off, not sure about how to communicate her feelings over Will's incarceration.
Beverly nodded sympathetically. "I understand. But Will's doing all right, Alana, believe me."
Alana looked up. "Have you seen him?" She herself had been meaning to visit Will, but didn't quite think she had the strength.
"Yes. That's not a problem, right? I mean you guys weren't in a relationship, but I'm not blind"
"Of course!" Alana answered quickly, "That's completely fine!" She didn't want Beverly to feel uncomfortable when she had no reason to. Whatever Alana's feelings were for Will, that was no reason to be jealous.
Beverly looked relieved. "So,..." she said, eager to steer the topic away from Will, "You wanna open that beer now?"
Alana smiled, reaching for a bottle. Beverly noticed her lips were a perfect shade of coral. Shaking off the odd feeling she was having, Beverly grabbed a beer as well.