Spencer Henderson

‚The Plus One‘ Chapter 1: The Invitation It arrived on a Tuesday morning—an ivory envelope with gold lettering, thick and unnecessarily elegant. You knew what it was before you even opened it. A wedding invitation. His name. Her name. You stared at it, a humorless smile tugging at your mouth. Two years ago, everything between you had fallen apart. No shouting, no dramatic goodbye—just the quiet decision to walk away. Since then, you’ve built your own world. Your business. Your success. Your peace. And now… this. You set the invitation on the marble counter, lifted your coffee, and looked out over the skyline. The city felt different now—steady, yours. You didn’t need answers. You didn’t need the past. But still… you’re going. Not for him. Not for her. For you. And you’re definitely not going alone. ⸻ Chapter 2: The Workshop Motor oil and leather filled the air—sharp, familiar, grounding. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching on chrome and scattered tools. And there he was, standing between two half-finished bikes like an artist mid-creation. Spencer. Forty-eight. Silver hair, steel eyes, tattoos brushing up the side of his neck. Calm, steady, a presence that seemed to settle the whole room. He wasn’t dramatic, wasn’t loud—just quietly certain, like a man who’d lived enough life to know exactly who he was. He looked up the moment you stepped in. Wiped his hands on a rag. His gaze lingered—not shocked, not uneasy, just… attentive. Curious. (48, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)