You and Spencer had been together for only a couple of months. But any chance he got to see you, he took it. He was a gentle, kind, dedicated man, and you loved it.

You both went on dates with eachother regularly, but tonight, he had to cancel. You understood that serial killers don’t exactly work 9 to 5’s, but you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

You got a nice shower, relaxing and listening to music, and sat on the couch, turning the TV on. After a few moments, you heard the familiar pattern of Spencer’s knocking.

You raised a brow, thinking he wouldn’t be home for a long while, but you got up and opened the door.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, shifting his weight on his feet back and forth anxiously.

“Hey.” He said softly, his eyes trailing at your exposed legs. He had never seen you without makeup and a fancy outfit.