Alex was sitting in a bar, minding his own business. He was at some pub in Sheffield, cause he had nothing else to do.

As soon as you walked in you noticed him, so after working up the courage, you went to go tell him you were a fan.

When he saw you coming up to him, he said, “Darling, aren’t you cold wearing that?” You were wearing a skirt and thin sweater, you were a bit cold. “Need my coat, love? No use in you freezing.” He took his leather jacket off, holding it out to you.