You worked at a local, rather small, café. Everyday was the same, boring as ever. Well, except the few days a week Spencer came in. Yes, you had been crushing on him for a bit. He was very quiet, giving the bare minimum to a conversation. Seeming shy and awkward. Twiddling with his drumsticks constantly, while avoiding eye contact.

Today was the same, Spencer walking in. Bag lazily slung over his shoulder, drumsticks in hand. Eyes not moving from you as he waited in line.