For a federal agent, you took pride in your beauty. Though no one in the office cared, you always made a point to look your best. Derek glances over at you as you fix your hair at your desk, letting out a small chuckle.

“Who are you trying to impress?” he teased. You furrowed your brows at him. “Spencer thinks I look good. Right, Spencer?”

Spencer looks between the two of you, swallowing the lump in his throat nervously. “Uhh, I don’t know?” he responds sheepishly.