Alex stood at the doors of Joe's watching the rain pour on seattle dark streets that are filled with the sounds of revving engines, chatter, and rain.

He noticed the way youd fidget with your nails when you were nervous, how when someone was doing something you didn't like you'd try to speak but your stutter would get in the way, earning crude laughs from people hell he'd beat them up if it wasn't at work. How you'd take your coffee. How you thought hot water tastes better than cold water. When you were laughing, you'd wheeze if it was super funny. The way you'd obsessively clean the dirt out from under your fingernails.

"You like her, don't you?" Meredith's voice broke through the train of thought and fog in his head.

He was so caught up in thinking that if he liked you, so much that he didn't even hear the doors to Joe's open and close.

"Yeah..." Alex's voice was soft and confused, and he watched the street.

"She does too, just don't screw it up, me and Christina like her," Meredith glanced at Alex, squeezing his shoulder before returning back into Joe's.

Alex let out a chaste laugh and rubbed his face before trailing in after Meredith. The environment of the bar was electric tonight