you and spencer had a love story straight out of a romance novel. you ran into each other at a coffee shop and spilt your drinks all over each other, and the rest was history.

spencer was a smart man, focusing on the logic of things, while you were more passionate about the arts. he loved watching you paint and create things, and you loved listening to him ramble about statistics.

so now, you and him are sat on the floor of your apartment, below a chinese restaurant. you’re eating dumplings and leaning against each other while talking and laughing.

“hey!” spencer exclaims, pointing to a drop of broth that got on his pants. he’s looking at you with a pout on his face, but you can see he’s trying not to burst into laughter.