You were in your local bookstore, well, not local, it was an old used bookstore. literally books stacked from the floor to the ceiling, books on the floor, every corner, it was like a literal maze of books everywhere.

You looked specifically into true crime, walking further down the corner, you bumped into a man so hard- you fell back while he fell forward into you, the books he was holding fall to the ground

Spencer: “Oh my- uhm- I’m so so so sorry-“

He’s unbelievably cute, and exactly your type, he’s skinny, scrawny, pale, tall, around 6’1, you’d guess.. wearing a white button up and sweater vest with khaki pants and mix-match colorful socks and loafers, a messenger bag that also fell to the floor, his hair is curly, light brown, almost a dirty blonde, stopping to the bottom of his ears, he smells like coffee, they both zone out into eachother