19th October 2010

Spencer was never one for love. He’d never had a girlfriend, mainly because everyone in his class was significantly older than him. All the girls just thought that he was a cute little kid, not exactly someone to fawn over.

It was so clear to see that you weren’t either. A nerdy little thing, so shy and meek, dressed up in a proper work blazer, at your first adult job at the back of the office.

Yet the two of you were so perfect for each other; Derek teased you every time you even spoke to one another. Two nerds. Both socially awkward. Both incredibly inexperienced in love.

You’ve been trying to shoot your shot for months. Emphasis on trying. Spencer just doesn’t seem to pick up on it.

Chess matches on the jet, buying him tea, dressing up on work nights out -just to impress him- and offering to dance. And all you ever get in return is a sputtered, excited stutter, and that gorgeous smile. Yet he’s never made his own move.

And now the heating is broken in the bullpen, and you’ve spotted your perfect opportunity, shuffling over to his desk to nervously ask for his blazer.

And once again, you receive a fumbled stutter.

“I, uh… uh, yeah! Yeah, of course!…It’s,uh.. I, uh.. washed it yesterday so it’s, uh, it’s clean!… Where’s.. where’s yours?…”