I had some help

Forty-six

"Hey, Katie and I are wondering if you'd like to come to dinner with us. We have something important to talk to you about."

Alex felt a pang of anxiety. She didn't know what to expect, especially since Katie didn't really like her.

"Sure, I can join you for dinner. What time should I meet you and where?"

"How about 7 PM at the hospital?"

"Alright, see you then."

"What if they're back together?"

"What if everything between Morgan and I was all imagined, or misinterpreted?"

"What if Katie says I can't see Indie ever?"

Alex's mind ran wild, and the only way to calm it was to pre game at her house before ubering to the hospital.

One evening, Alex decided she wanted to experience the magic of the concert from the crowd's perspective. She made her way to the front row, mingling with the enthusiastic fans, feeling the energy and anticipation in the air. She had always loved watching Morgan perform, but tonight, she wanted to be part of the audience, to feel the excitement up close.

As the concert progressed, the moment for "Flower Shops" arrived. The crowd erupted in cheers as Morgan and Ernest began the familiar tune. Alex found herself singing along, caught up in the infectious energy of the performance.

Morgan scanned the crowd, when his eyes landed on Alex, a playful grin spread across his face. He hadn't expected to see her there, but the sight of her in the front row made his heart swell with affection.

As the song reached its climax, Morgan made his way to the edge of the stage, bouquet in hand. The fans around Alex began to buzz with excitement, each hoping to be the recipient of the flowers. But Morgan's eyes never left Alex's, and with a charming flourish, he leaned down and handed her the bouquet.

Alex's eyes widened in surprise, a delighted laugh escaping her lips. She accepted the flowers, her cheeks flushed with happiness. The crowd around her cheered and clapped, sharing in the joyous moment.

Morgan winked at her, his smile radiating warmth. "For you." He mouthed, before returning to the center of the stage to finish the song with Ernest.

Holding the bouquet close, Alex felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't just the flowers or the attention; it was the unspoken connection between them, the understanding that they shared something special, even in the midst of the chaos of the tour.

That night, as the concert came to an end and the fans slowly dispersed, Alex made her way backstage to thank Morgan.

Alex and Morgan made their way to his changing room. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"It was amazing," Alex replied, holding up the bouquet. "Thank you for these. You made my night."

Morgan chuckled softly. "I'm glad you were there. It felt right to give them to you."

Alex sat down on his chair, the adrenaline of the concert still coursing through her veins. She watched as Morgan stood in front of her, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She reached for a towel, wiping the sweat off his face, smiling up at him as she did.

Morgan's eyes locked onto hers, a spark of intensity in his gaze. The noise of the backstage area seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own world. Slowly, he began to lean in, his face inching closer to hers.