She hadn’t felt good when they first bumped into each other two months ago. The kind of interaction she was seeing between the two of them only made her feel worse. She had tried so hard not to feel like that. The constant feeling of worry that she might lose Dana. She knew this feeling was uncalled for, but she couldn’t help it. It had always been a problem for her. Whenever she gets herself really involved in a relationship, she just loses control of her feelings. No actually, to put it more accurately, all her emotions multiply themselves in intensity. When she feels happy, the feeling of utter bliss makes her feel like she’s the luckiest woman on Earth. When she is worried What do people do normally, when they’re worried about losing a person, someone close to their hearts? Yes, they try to keep that person close to themselves. And if that is not possible all the time? They try to be in contact with the person via other means, like calling or e-mail. The person might not be physically close, but knowing she is there, hearing her voice over the phone is a kind of comfort in itself.

            So, that is exactly what Alice does. But Alice is not just worried, she is very worried and the object of her worry is the woman she loves with all her heart. Such intense worry, over a prolonged period of time, can drive normal people to do extreme things.

            ‘Here comes Always-around Alice! Wow I’m surprised to see you here!’ Marvin, one of the guys in charge of the locker rooms, said in sarcastic tones. Dana and Alice had just arrived at the country club for Dana’s weight training.

            Always-around Alice. That was the nickname that some of the country club staff had taken to calling the journalist for obvious reasons.

            Dana glared at Marvin who was now smirking at the couple. ‘Marvin, stop calling Alice that! How many times do I have to tell you?’ Dana was getting agitated, something that rarely occurred to Dana. ‘I swear to god, if you call Alice that one more time, I’ll personally shove my….’