With rough turns and confusing edges in your ‘relationship’ with Spencer - does he like me back? Wait, he wants me. No, he doesn’t. Does he? It’s been the longest slow burn in history. Too awkward to confess, too hesitant to ruin the friendship, frustratingly irritating sexual tension. It was driving you crazy. Him too. He almost blew it a couple times in the past. You two had been dancing around this ‘thing’ between you for a while now.

Along with a couple of your mutual friends, the two of you had been invited on a fishing trip retreat to a wood cabin. You weren’t a fan of fishing, neither was Spencer. Yet, you went anyway. The friends were gearing up the boat. Fishing rods in gear, an esky tub being hoisted by Spencer onto the deck of it, his shorts knee deep in the murky water. All of our friends were being clipped into their life saving jackets. You struggled with yours.