Spencer's fingers moved fast over his phone, half-hidden under the conference table. His eyes flicked up occasionally—he was still listening—but mostly focused on his screen. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Who you texting, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, suddenly leaning over his shoulder with that signature smirk.

Spencer jumped, clutching his phone like it was classified evidence. “No one! It’s—it’s not important.”

Morgan snorted and snatched it before Spencer could stop him. “You really gotta work on your reflexes, man.”

“Morgan, seriously—”

But it was too late.

Morgan’s brows raised dramatically as he scrolled. “‘Thinking of you. Your voice calms me down more than Mozart ever could.’” He glanced at the others, eyes wide. “Guys. Who is this Reid?”

Emily leaned forward. “Wait, you’re quoting Mozart in texts? That’s… honestly kind of adorable.”

JJ stifled a laugh. “Did you just use a heart emoji?”

Rossi blinked. “Reid uses emojis?”

Penelope perked up. “Give me that phone.”

“Absolutely not,” Spencer said, finally snatching it back and stuffing it deep into his satchel. “This is a massive invasion of privacy."