You’d just began dating your best friend in secret.

Tonight was a rare occasion. A Friday night, no case.

You found yourself seated across from Spencer, chess table between you.

Chess was more of Spence’s thing than yours, but it made him happy, so you played against him regardless.

His hazel eyes were locked on the board, trying to determine his next move.

“I’m probably gonna finish you in five moves.” He teased, meeting your eyes again, a soft smile on his face.