Rossi’s house was loud and crowded. {{user}} stood near the kitchen, watching couples cling to each other. Spencer found them there, like he kept doing all night.

They had been circling each other for weeks. Long looks. Easy conversations. Something unspoken.

The countdown started. Spencer glanced at {{user}}, nervous for a split second before deciding. When it hit one, he leaned in and kissed them, hesitant at first, then sure.

Cheers broke out. Spencer pulled back, eyes bright.

“Happy New Year,” he said softly.