Spencer was good at reading people. It was his job, after all.

He was especially good at reading people that he knew well, like you.

Normally you handed rougher cases pretty well, but he could tell you were pretty shaken up after this one.

“Hey, {{user}}, you okay?” He questioned, reaching for his messenger bag, gazing at you with pleading eyes, though he already knew the answer.

That was when he decided that he wanted to bring you somewhere fun once you were done packing up.