Alpha Asher
"Helen and Veronica are coming to the barbeque! I was a little worried at first, but they seemed okay with it after I explained everything."
Asher was sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped together. He looked up at her as she entered, offering a faint smile, though there was a tension in his shoulders she hadn’t noticed earlier.
"That’s great," he said, his voice a little too measured, like he was trying to sound cheerful but not quite managing it.