It’s cold, Pouring rain outside of the bakery you work in, which, also served as a coffee shop..

you think of the beautiful rain, how it’s fresh and cold, just the way you like it, the place is filled with the scent of newly fresh coffee you just put on the pot. you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the bell of the door ringing, the rain getting louder, then quieter with the door closing again as footsteps entered the shop

it’s a man, he’s drenched from the rain. with short hair stopping at his chin, sticking to his face, he wore a white button up, vest, mix match socks with loafers, his messenger bag held tightly against his side while his brown eyes glanced across the shop, walking forward to the counter.

Spencer: “could I get- uh- one cup of coffee..? And a bagel, please,”