“Take a look at this,” Carmen said, plopping down beside Shane and handing her a magazine.

Shane took a look at the tabloid in front of her, nearly choking on her coffee. 

Alice came up behind them.  “Whatcha lookin’ at?”  Shane quickly tried to hide the tabloid from view, but she wasn’t quick enough.  “‘Fairbanks On The Prowl,’” Alice read aloud from the cover of the magazine, staring at the picture on the front, which featured an expressionless Dana leading a very excited, very young attractive woman out to a car.  A second shot inside the tabloid showed the two kissing outside the car, the woman’s eyes tightly closed and an expression of pure joy on her face, Dana’s eyes open and staring far off into the distance.  “Well,” Alice said simply.

Shane stared at her cautiously, waiting for what came next, whether it be an explosion of anger, tears, or both.  Alice’s reaction surprised her.

“Good for her,” Alice said with a shrug.  “Although I wish she wouldn’t just pick up random chicks.  She‘s really not a one-night-stand type of girl, ya know?  Also, she could look a little happier about it.”

Shane looked at Carmen, and then hesitatingly looked back at Alice.  “That’s it?”

Alice nodded.  “That’s about it.”  She paused thoughtfully.  “Oh yeah, there is something else.”

Sitting up, Shane readied herself for an outflow of emotion.  “Yeah?”

Dropping the magazine onto the table, Alice replied, “Yeah, I told her not to wear those jeans.  The legs are too big.”

“That’s it?” Carmen spoke up uncertainly.

Alice pursed her lips and nodded again.  “Yep, that’s definitely all.”  She mussed Shane’s hair up affectionately.  “Now if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have to go pick up this brunch order for me and Helena.  Breakfast in bed, you know,” she finished, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh,” Shane said simply, watching her go.

Carmen and Shane turned to one another.  “I guess they’re really over, huh?” Carmen noted, looking almost wistful.

“I guess so.  I wasn’t holding out hope, but” Shane trailed off, twisting a lock of hair around a finger in frustration.