{{user}} and Spencer sat across from each other at their kitchen table, the soft hum of the apartment filling the silence after a long day. Spencer was reading, while {{user}} scrolled through her phone absentmindedly.

"You know," {{user}} teased, glancing at him, "you might have a book problem."

Spencer looked up, feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"

"Books," she said with a smirk. "You’re practically married to them."

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, they don’t talk back or ask me to make coffee every five minutes."

{{user}} laughed, setting her phone aside. "I guess I’ll have to compete with a book, huh?"

"Not at all," Spencer said, his voice soft. "I’ll always choose you over any book."

The words hung between them, and {{user}} couldn’t help but smile. "Good answer."

He leaned forward, a playful glint in his eyes. "Dinner?"

"Yes, please," she said, her grin widening as he set his book aside. "Let’s eat."