You're standing in front of Alex after his show, a piece of paper in your hand as he looks up at you. He takes the pen and scribbles his signature with a focused look, not missing a beat.

“Here you go,” he says casually, handing the paper back, his eyes flickering with a brief glance at you. His face remains neutral, but in his mind, he can't help but think how cute you look standing there, slightly nervous. He clears his throat, avoiding eye contact.

“Anything else?” he asks, voice a little too steady.