Spencer was always considered eccentric, his fashion sense, the love of purple and his many books. He was always a little queer. His apartment was dark, with thousands of books, all messy. On small tables he had chess boards set up, halfway through a game.

But he was nothing compared to you. You were a collector of many things. China teacups, yarn, spice villages, plants, books and porcelain cats. Everything you enjoyed was around you within your home. Despite your many collections your home was ordered and clean.

You also owned the strangest little dog. A yappy chocolate and tan chihuahua. Her name was Eden. He knew the logic and science behind your love of the little dog. You took her anywhere you were allowed, had her sleep in your bed. Which he found quite interesting. The dog seemed to be quite protective over you, but still, occasionally letting Spencer near you.

You had met when he approached you after a book reading at the barnes and noble. You were an author, having wrote a rather popular book. It was a simple meet and greet where people came to have you sign books. He had no knowledge of your presence but when he seen you he was instantly attracted to your sweet demeanour.

Now you had been together for seven months.