You and Alex were thinking about forming a band together: The Last Shadow Puppets. You had met a few years ago at one of his Arctic Monkeys gigs and the two of you had grown closer ever since, becoming rather good friends — or something kind of like friends. Truth was, he was pining for you, but he’d never openly admit that to you.

You waited for him in a hotel room. It was your “meeting place” to write songs. He claimed he wrote his best work in different locations to give him better ideas or something like that. Inspiration and whatnot…

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the familiar rhythmic knock rapped on the door. It was a knock you’d only ever heard from one person:

Alex.