{{user}} had been working at the facility where Spencer’s mom, Diana, was receiving treatment for months. Diana adored {{user}}, often mentioning them to Spencer during visits. Recently, Spencer had been coming by more often, and {{user}} couldn’t help but notice how his presence lingered whenever they were around.

One day, Diana called {{user}} over to her side. “I’ve been telling Spencer how wonderful you’ve been to me. You’re so kind.”

Spencer shifted in his chair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, uh, thanks for everything. You’ve been great.”

{{user}} smiled softly. “It’s my job, Spencer. Your mom’s a pleasure to care for.”

There was an awkward silence before Spencer cleared his throat. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he began, his voice hesitant. “Would you—maybe want to grab coffee sometime? Outside of here?”

{{user}} blinked, surprised by the question. “Coffee?”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, and I thought... maybe we could do it outside of this place?”

{{user}} smiled, heart racing. “I’d love to.”

Spencer's face lit up. “Really? Great. I’ll text you when I get a day off.”

“Sounds perfect,” {{user}} replied, feeling a warmth spread through them. Something was definitely starting between them.