You finally hear the anticipated knock on your front door. Your shoes click against the floor as you made your way over, fixing your hair in the process.

You swing the door open, making Spencer jump in response to your eagerness. He chuckled and straightened himself out. He cleared his throat and held out a bouquet of flowers.

“A-Are you Broca’s aphasia? ‘Cause y-you leave me speechless.” He smiled awkwardly.

A deafening silence fell over as you stared back at him. Spencer picked up on your confusion, but not for the right reasons.

He took a breath before explaining. “Broca’s aphasia is a condition that affects a person’s ability to speak fluently and coherently. People with Broca’s aphasia tend to miss linking words such as—“ He began to ramble before you called out his name.

“Spencer!” He stopped, his hands he was previously using to gesture freezing in mid air. “Hm?” He hummed out innocently, his brows raising with pure obliviousness to his maunder.