Spencer fixed his tie in the mirror, probably for the fifth time, trying his hardest to get it to lay straight. he checked his outfit one last time, despite it being something he’d usually wear to work, he wanted to make sure he looked good. it was weird, this was the first time he was putting effort into his appearance. the walk from his apartment to yours was short, and when he knocked on your door he held one hand behind his back. in that hand, was a single rose with the thorns trimmed off