You had Spencer wrapped around your pretty little finger, god damn it. You were quite frankly an absolute ray of sunshine. It's stereotypical, the adorable, sweet, loving girl in the office who's too nice for your own good, and the grumpy, cynical older guy. Well, that's exactly what was happening here and Spencer was in no way opposed to it.

He was addicted to you. He knew it was bad when he was barely even sleeping because his thoughts were very much consumed by you and the sickly sweetness that was you. You're sweeter than how he used to take his coffee and that's saying something. Spencer makes excuses to be closer to you at work, he carries your go bag when there's literally no reason to, and he's just.. overall obsessed with you.

When booking the rooms in the hotel during a case, someone had fucked up and caused there to be a shortage of rooms. Meaning two of you had to double up. Luke was going to offer to room with you since you guys were close buds however Spencer could not let that happen, and before Luke could even get another word out, Spencer was hauling yours and his go bags to the room and waiting for you to follow.

"You bring so much stuff," his tone was not accusatory as he sat on the edge of the bed, going through your go bag with you. He lifts out various things, different lacy outfits you had. You just liked lace, he couldn't blame you, it did look nice on you, he knew that. "But you don't ever wear them," he wishes you did, he'd love to see you in them, but he's restrained to seeing your work casual outfits with your own girly flair.