"Spencer?" Wren exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Sweetheart, I thought you'd never come back for me! Oh, you know how worried you got me when you didn't call me yesterday? Thank the Lord you showed up now. I missed you so much."

"Wren," she tugged his shirt and pulled him closer, "I'm so sorry about yesterday. Something terrible came up yesterday..."

"I'm here for you now," Wren softly said. "You want to tell me what happened, Spencer?"

"I don't know..." she sighed. "I'm still a little bit shaky about it."

"Spencer, I'm going to be the one to comfort you through this," Wren smiled at her. "I'm here for you right now, and I want you to take advantage of that. Tell me everything that's bothering you, and I'll only be here to help you."

"Thank you," the words escaped the brunette's mouth. She began, "I got in a fight with one of my friends yesterday, and he- I mean she... She told me to get away from her. I was so devastated, so I ran off to a bar and had a little too much to drink. Then I saw Toby at the bar... And he said I kissed him, but I don't remember because I had so many shots. Ple-ease don't get mad at me!"

To her surprise, Wren wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

"It wasn't your fault," Wren gently said. "You were drunk. Did you and your friend make-up after that?"

Spencer nodded, "Yes, we're friends again."

She felt bad for lying to him. She didn't want him to know that the fight was with Toby. She was shocked that he didn't get angry with her about kissing him, and instead just created a stronger embrace. Wren stroked her cheek with his soft hands.

"Now, how's about we have that date-night that never happened?" Wren asked with a smile.

"I'd love to," Spencer replied. "And, it's not date-night if it isn't a night."

"Don't be a smart-ass Spencer," Wren chuckled. "Fine, what would you like me to call it? Date-afternoon?"

"Yes, that's more accurate," Spencer said with a small smile.

Spencer took his hand, and Wren walked with her down to the theater.

"Would you mind watching a chick-flick?" Spencer asked. "For some reason, I've been really into those lately."

"As long as I'm with you, I don't mind watching any film," Wren romantically answered her.

"God, you're a real cheesy romantic," Spencer giggled.

"You're automatically a romantic when you have a British accent," Wren proudly said.

They watched the movie, but Wren didn't pay much attention. Well, how could he? It's a chick-flick, so he wasn't interested in anything but Spencer. He kissed her cheek a couple times, and his arm was around her for most of the movie.

"Wasn't it so amazing when he gave her those flowers?" Spencer's face was glowing with excitement as they walked out of the theater. "Oh god, Marvin was so romantic to her!" Wren chuckled, as he'd never seen his girlfriend so excited over a chick-flick before.

"Yes, love," Wren laughed. "It was quite delightful."

Spencer furrowed her eyebrows with a slight smile, "You don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Wren confessed, "Okay, I wasn't really paying much attention throughout the film- but who can blame me? I have the loveliest girlfriend, and I couldn't do much but help myself to her while I've got the time."

"If you weren't such a romantic," Spencer shook her head with a smile, "you and I would be done by now. You're lucky you can flatter your way out of every situation."

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Wren asked.

"Yes," Spencer automatically answered. "You think I would choose to go home to Melissa and my parents over you? You're not a very smart doctor, are you, Mr. Kingston?"

Wren chuckled, "Well I didn't want to just drag you back to my house."

Wren drove her back to his house, and they settled down there.

"You want anything to eat?" Wren offered.

"No thanks," Spencer said. "I'm all stuffed up with popcorn."

Wren smiled and sat down next to Spencer. Their lips came closer... and closer... and closer... They were so close to kissing, but all of a sudden, Wren's phone buzzes, and Spencer flinches backwards in shock.

"Oh, so sorry Spencer," Wren sighed. "Let's ignore that."

"What was that?" Spencer questioned.

"A text," Wren replied. "Would you like to see it so you can ensure that I am not cheating on you?"

"Yes, yes I would," Spencer smiled and snatched his phone. "What? You're gonna get a call in a few minutes from some hospital."

"That's right, I was expecting a quick phone call soon," Wren said. "I'm going to have to take that. I've been wanting to get out of working at Radley, so I've applied for a few companies, and this is one of them. I think I've got a good shot with these guys, and I'm aiming to get the job there. They promised they'd call me today, so I hope you don't mind. It should be a quick interview scheduling thing."

"Alright Dr. Kingston," Spencer stuck her tongue out like a child. "Oh, and I hope you get that job you want."

Wren smiled, "Thank you."

He finally locked lips with her like he wanted to. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few minutes, and then the startling sound came back... But this time, it was Wren's phone ringing. Spencer sighed and embraced in a quick hug with him.

Wren pulled away, "This is the phone call I've got to take. Give me a moment."

"Alright," Spencer sighed. "Oh, and good luck."

He smiled at her and walked off with the phone.

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow's Sunday, so I'll free time for that," Wren said. "What would be the exact time that we meet?"

"3:00 PM is my best open spot," the man on the other end told him. "Does that work for you, Mr. Kingston?"

"Yes, that time slot is fine for me," Wren secretly smiled. "Do I need any paperwork or anything?"

"We've already checked your records and everything," he said. "You don't need any paperwork, we'd just like to speak with you. We think you'll most likely be taking this job due to your prior experience and college credentials, so the last thing we need is a full interview before we give you the job."

"That sounds marvelous!" Wren joyfully exclaimed. "Oh, sir... Thank you so much for this. It means so much to me."

"My pleasure," he said. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Kingston."

"Goodbye, sir," Wren said. "Yes, tomorrow."

With that, he hung up.

Wren made his way back to the living room.

"They said I've most likely got the job!" Wren exclaimed. "All I need now is a verbal interview, and if I do this well, I've got this excellent job. I can finally break free from Radley and do some more serious work."

"Oh my god," Spencer grinned. "That's amazing, Wren!"

"Come here," he urged with a smile.

They embraced in another hug, and Spencer was so pleased with him right now. She felt like his mother for a second...

"If you get the job," Spencer said as she pulled back, "we should totally celebrate."

"I'd love to do that," Wren smiled.

"Ugh, Mel wants me to give her a ride to her new boyfriend's house," Spencer groaned. "I gotta go now."

"Oh, that's too bad," Wren sighed sadly. "I'll hopefully see you tomorrow after the interview."

Spencer left.