Spencer let you enter his apartment. The whole night he’s been making intense eye contact with you. But his gaze was soft. You’re drinking some water, which he offered you.

In his dinning area, both of you sitting in front of each other.

“I thought maybe you might wanna talk.” He says, as he looks at you.

You take a sip of water, while looking back at him.

“Please?” He whispers, as he makes a face of desperation.