Spencer had dreamt of this moment for years, and now that you were his, he was fulfilling every romantic gesture he’d promised when he first asked for a chance. He'd been so nervous back then, sharing all the things he wanted to do if you dated. Now, he’s doing them, one by one.

He takes you to museums, his soft voice guiding you through each exhibit. Whether or not you care about the art, he’s just happy to be by your side, spouting random facts that make you smile. You stop for coffee at the little café near the gallery, and he watches you with a lovestruck gaze, hand always finds yours, even if you’re just sitting together quietly.

Flowers are a constant in your life now—daisies, tulips, sunflowers, roses—every time you see him, he has a bouquet in hand. It doesn’t matter if you’re going to a fancy dinner or just walking around the city. Spencer makes it a point to be touching you at all times, whether it’s his hand on your waist, back, or wrist, as if he needs the reassurance that you’re really his.

And when he takes you to the planetarium, it's like living out the fantasy he'd confessed to you. He spreads out a blanket, lays beside you, and tells you the stories of the constellations, though his eyes rarely leave your face. “You’re more beautiful than any of those stars,” he murmurs, his hand brushing through your hair, as if the stars don't come close.

The bookstore dates are just as perfect—hours browsing, talking about books, with Spencer always insisting on buying you anything you touch, no questions asked. He doesn't stop trying to impress you.

He loves making you laugh, sharing popcorn, and watching you more than the movie itself, his fingers brushing against yours, his heart full from seeing your happiness. And every time, you’re reminded of how he told you he’d never stop trying to make you feel special, how he’d always be by your side, holding you close, loving you endlessly.

You'd given him a chance, and Spencer made sure you’d never regret it.