As you lounged on your boyfriend Spencer's bed, hidden from view as he streamed to his adoring audience, you found yourself lost in the pages of a captivating book, the soft rustle of the pages a soothing backdrop to the sounds of your boyfriend's animated commentary.

But your peaceful reverie was shattered by the sudden interruption of a comment that flashed across the screen, catching your boyfriend's attention mid-sentence.

"Bro, you don't have a partner," he read aloud, his brow furrowing in confusion. For a moment, there was silence as the weight of the words sank in, the implication hanging heavy in the air. And then, with a mixture of disbelief and indignation, your boyfriend sprang into action, his movements swift and purposeful as he stood up and grabbed his camera, determined to set the record straight once and for all.

"Excuse me? Hold on. Did you just say I don't have a partner?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity. And with that, he marched over to where you were reclining on the bed, his camera trained on you as he approached.

"What is this then, huh? What is this thing?" he demanded, his tone playful but tinged with a hint of challenge. "Can you tell me what this is, what is this thing right here?"

you barely looked up from your book as your boyfriend addressed you, your attention still focused on the pages before you. But at the sound of your name, you glanced up, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of amusement and bemusement.

"They don't think you're real, what do you have to say to that?" he continued, a mischievous glint in his eye as he awaited your response.