( * / @adclaide ! ) sweaty palms? check. increased breathing? check. knots in his stomach and tightness in his chest? double check. all the symptoms of his anxiety were in full swing as spencer tried to hide the fact that just the sight of the willis tower made him physically ill. a flashing sign above him boasted that the ledge was 1353 feet and 103 stories up, which effectively drained the blood from his face. he smiled nervously at addie, who wasn’t even paying attention to him as she glanced around at all the sights and people. he would never share his fear of heights with anyone, especially not her. she would either tease him about it until the end of time, effectively sharing the news with the rest of the gang, or she would think he was a chicken shit. he wasn’t sure which was worse. all he knew was that in this moment, adelaide’s eyes were sparkling with wonder and excitement — there was no way he was ruining this for her. so he acted normal, stood in line next to her, and regrettably purchased two entry tickets for the infamous sky deck.










