He was fumbling through his excuses, hoping I wouldn’t notice. Wedding photos could wait, the marriage certificate could be postponed, and so on. I had been patient for six years; now, I was through waiting.
In sharp contrast, Spencer’s excitement was infectious. He was on cloud nine as he exclaimed, “Avery, my dear wife, may I finally have the honor of dining with you today?”
As I turned off my phone and looked into his eager eyes, I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, I couldn’t bring myself to say no.
It wasn’t until we reached the restaurant that the contrast between love and indifference hit me like a ton of bricks.
Even if Spencer’s feelings for me were still in the crush phase, he went the extra mile. He inquired about my food preferences, jotted them down, and made sure to steer clear of them when he ordered.
He placed the first bite on my plate with each dish using the serving spoon. Then he gazed at me with those wide, puppy-dog eyes, hanging on my every word, before breaking into a grin that said he’d just hit the jackpot.