answered:
”In the mist of everything, you want to go on a date?” The brunette pondered the idea, and it felt light on her chest. Perhaps something like this would be..nice, relieving, almost.
” I have lesson plans.”
Hannibal cocked his head. “Then not a date. Dinner. Beer and sandwiches and friendly conversation.”
Alana felt a pang of guilt flood into her chest, it seemed he truly wanted to do something, if not anything with her.
"Fine.“ Her brow raised as a small smirk stepped onto her lips.
And let’s face it, she did need it. Both companionship and the liquor.