the last thing spencer expected was to find you under his desk in the morning. sure, he wouldn’t have minded it if you did this at home — though he’d never admit it — but at work? god...

while he was finishing up some paperwork he had started the night before, he heard a shuffle beneath his desk. at first, his mind jumped to the worst possibility. was it a giant rat? no, that couldn’t be. then he looked down, and his eyes met yours.

“what— what are you doing?” he asked, his voice unsteady as he locked eyes with you.