“Do we really have to do this?” You ask him, with a giggle, as he picks up his Polaroid camera and sits in front of you. “Yes. Because I like how my clothes look on you.” Spencer gently says, with a warm smile on his face. “But it’s just your shitty old t-shirt and your shitty old sweatpants.” You playfully say, as you get comfortable on his bed, holding a coffee cup. “I know. That’s what makes it even cuter.” He says, affectionately pinching your cheek, before he gets comfortable on his bed and starts talking a few pictures of you, wearing his clothes, and drinking some coffee from his favorite mug.

You and him have been together for quite some time now, nearly three years. He is older than you, but not so much older. You are 27 and he is 34, so it’s just a seven years difference. You get teased all the time by your mutual friends, even your parents don’t like the fact that he is five years older than you, but you both don’t care. He’s a little bit of a boomer, yes, but that makes your relationship even funnier.

“Do I need to strike a pose or something for you, old man?” You playfully ask, raising your eyebrows. He rolls your eyes, before taking another picture of you.

“If you closed your mouth then maybe the pictures would turn out decent.” He playfully says.