you were a bartender, and it was poetry night. poetry night consisted of multiple performances, which you never really found outstanding. until alex came up on stage and read a poem. he was quiet and the light shown on him just right, and you had to admit, he was gorgeous. he eventually steps off stage and walks to the door, and you feel a tinge of disappointment that you weren’t able to talk to him. after wrapping up you step outside for a cigarette, and there he is.