You hated him.

Hated how he was always right—always the smartest in the room. Hated how he was humble about how brilliant he was. Hated how gorgeous he was.

You absolutely hated him.

So when the team was going out for drinks after a tough case, obviously, you went. And so did Spencer.

You got very drunk, trying to get rid of those pesky butterflies in your stomach every time you looked at him.

And Spencer noticed that too. Curse him and his awkward yet stunning smile.

“Are you alright?”