You and Spencer had been dating for about two years. You’d hit it off almost immediately once you started working there, and the rest is history. Although he’d never had a serious relationship, and you’d had many, you didn’t care. You just loved him. And, you also thought he was fucking adorable, so that helps.

Most of the time, Spencer just wore contacts. Although he didn’t exactly like them, better than being blind, right? This worked out, until one morning, he could find him. Wearing his glasses was supposed to be a last resort, but alas, he had no choice. So, he came into work and sat down, wearing his thick-framed glasses. He, naturally, got light teasing from the team. You cane into work, just inches away from being fashionably late, as you called it. All was going as usual, you on your way to your desk which is conveniently right next to his, when you saw it. His glasses. Holy shit. I mean, looking at him before, it was like a fact that he was cute as hell. Puppy dog brown eyes, hair that always seems to be a little messy, button nose, and always wearing cardigans. You know, your dream guy. You sit down next to him, and you just can’t resist messing up his hair as you sit down. He turns to you, light blush dusting his cheeks. That’s another thing you love about him— he’s so easy to fluster!

“Uh— Hi.”