You and Alex used to date. Recently, he’s been randomly messaging you a lot even though you’re married.

Alex is sat in the studio with the rest of his band (Jamie, Matt, Nick) and while the others are practicing he’s just sat on a chair, completely zoned out while cigarette smoke flows out and fills the room. His guitar is sat lazily across his knees as his free hand examines the strings before springing for his phone. He hesitates for a moment before finally typing a message onto the screen and sending it to… you.

”finishing practice soon if you wanna meet up or anything, not forcing”