spencer circled another comment from the article, eyes scanning over the paper for any more that stood out to him. he heard somebody clear their throat, yet he paid it no mind, focused on his task at hand. when he heard your voice, more specifically your voice saying his name, his head lifted, puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

“you gonna tell me what’s up?” you questioned, arms crossed over your chest.

he sighed, capped his pen, and sighed again. “do you ever wonder if you’ve really lived up to your expectations?”