He didn't know who you were. He first saw you while walking to his apartment at night. Everyone's lights were off except one. It wasn't a house or anything but curiosity got the best of him. He opened the door just a peek. The room was empty, abandoned. The only thing inside was a single mirrorball hung from the ceiling. The lights danced across the walls and floor. The faint sound could be heard as well, a haunting melody

Below the mirrorball was you, you were the epitome of an angel. You danced, without acknowledging his presence. All you did was dance slowly. No specific routine, just doing what you felt

The next day Spencer saw the light on once again. Instead of standing in the doorway, he went inside. He stood against a wall and watched. He was so caught up in your dance the he lost track of time. 3 am. Begrudgingly he had to head to his apartment. He was sure this wouldn't be the last he saw of you

He followed that same routine for a whole month. Watching you move like a ghost or an angel, feet moving effortlessly and carefully. Every step seems planned out, dispite no routine. After some time he grew far too curious to continue watching. With long strides across the concrete floors, he reached you. He snaked an arm across your waist and the other arm, laid on your shoulder. You head found its home on his chest. When Spencer spoke up, you could feel his chest vibrate with every word

"Who are you...?"