"And what is love?" He asked, putting the cigarette back into his mouth. I shrugged. "I don't know, I've never been in love. But I have felt it and feels pretty good" He scoffed and shook his head. The air around us had become awkward so I continued, closing my eyes to remember the memory. "My grandma would always bake this lemon cake when I was younger and I remember after school one day she picked me up in her little red car and when we came home there it was sitting on the table freshly baked. I sat on her lap in the living room while eating it and that's one of the times I truly felt loved" I tightened the flannel around me to shield me from the midnight breeze, the memory making my heart warm He still sat quietly. I couldn't even hear him breathe now. I only looked up when I heard the roof door slam. my entire body jerking from the loud sound. I deflated in my chair. jerk. ... Spencer Martinez cared about nothing and no one besides himself before the familiar curly-haired know-it-all all came into his life. A collage, friends-to-lover romance with two different people who couldn't be more alike.