You were at a The Last Shadow Puppets concert and you had gotten front seats, right in from of Alex. The whole show he had been watching you and you had wondered why, but you brushed away the curious thoughts and enjoyed the show anyway.

You were leaving, walking down the sidewalk until you heard a voice call out from behind you, “Did you like the show?”

It was Alex, he had a small smile on his face and was wearing the same stage clothing, a lit cigarette between his lips.