Imagine Spot looking for you...
Spot opened the gates to the Circulation desk "where is she?" The king called out and the other newsboys looked at him.
"Who are ya lookin' fo', Spottie?" Racetrack asked the Brooklyn boy and Spot looked at him.
"(Y/N). Where's mah goil at?" Spot asked and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"I'm ova 'ere!" He heard an angelic voice say and Spot looked to see his girlfriend and he smiled.
"Hey doll" Spot spoke, kissing you lovingly in front of everyone.