Spoole had noticed a certain luxurious pretty boy looking slightly down today. It even reflected in the music played through the day. All slow, lethargic, and downright depressing. Seeing one of the hausmates glum only served to make Spoole uncomfortable. With no baked goods to offer, he was kind of helpless to do anything during the working hours.

Of course, that all changed when Joel announced he was signing out for the day. Spoole made a noise of concern, throwing off his headset and jumping over to Joel’s side.

Spoole adjusted the black bow tie before knocking on Joel’s apartment door. He had taken off his hat and left it at home, his hair was actually combed to look semi-nice. 

Heck, he even borrowed Peake’s car. 

Spoole double checked his pockets for the tickets, pulling them out and reading the pretty fonted Hamilton one more time. He had won these tickets from a raffle he didn’t remember signing up for. And right now, Spoole felt kind of nervous. He had reserved a table at a small fancy restaurant (thankfully the host didn’t know about the events in L.A.) and this felt really close to a date.

Joooooelllll!!!!!!!!