Your eyes widen as she steps into the lift. No. It can't be her. But it is. The curls are a giveaway. Your breathing hitches as she stands next to you in the confined space. It's a small lift, barely big enough for two, yet she's landing next to you. She turns to look at you and smiles politely. Great, you think she hasn't worked out that Im kinda obsessed with her or anything. Alex giggles softly, you'd just said that out loud and now she's starring at you with a smirk on her lips. "Hello…" you manage to choke out "Hello Sweetie" she purrs back and you swear you're about to pass out with happiness. Her hand brushes against yours, purely accidental but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Alex smiles again before the lift stops at her floor. She gets out and you follow. You manage to ask for an autograph and a picture. She agrees obviously and leaves you with a red lipstick mark on your cheek, an autograph, a photo and probably a wetness between your thighs.