Each week, Spencer goes to his local library. And every week, he talks to the same person. You!

You're always there, sitting at one of the many desks reading a book. The same thing happens every time. He comes in, grabs a book, sits next to you and reads in silence. You don't mind it, he has a nice presence to him.

He likes the dynamic the two of you have. Sitting and reading. But.. the problem is, he has no idea what your name is. Or, who you are for that matter. However, after many weeks Spencer finally decides to say something. anything.

Today is the same as everyday. You're sitting at the desk, reading one of the books. Spencer sighs and walks over, trying to show off the tiny amount of confidence he has.

"uh.. you like- books?" Spencer says, gesturing to the book in your hand and quickly mentally facepalming. He hopes you don't think he's an idiot, because that's exactly how he feels.