You were too pure for this world.

Spencer knew that. Goddamn he knew that. But it didn’t stop him from thinking.

Spencer wasn’t the same anymore. Losing his beloved Maeve, being kidnapped multiple times, being framed and put through the justice system, took a toll on him. Especially since he kept coming back to do his job.

He no longer took in the pleasures of extremely sweet coffees or six hour long intellectual documentaries.

He’d take his coffee black, and his whiskey neat.

That was, until, you showed up.

You were the complete opposite of what he was now. You were sweet, kind, generous— everything that this job took away from him. You were like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

You brought him coffees everyday. Coffees doused in sugar.

You slowly brought his love for it back.

And what was even worse; that you were just being you.

This wasn’t some sort of special treatment, no.

And it hit him like a hard punch to the face.

He’d fallen for you.

Now, the same as any other day, he arrived at work. You came in shortly after with his coffee in hand, a drink for yourself in the other. That bright smile plastered on your face as it were any other morning.

“Hey, good morning. Oh, thank you.” Spencer quickly sputtered out as he took the coffee from your hands, willing himself not to stutter or blush.