Working alongside Penelope as a technical analyst, you had the great perk of your own office. This allowed Spencer to visit you and always drop off your daily bagel since he knew you sometimes skipped breakfast. Without looking away from your screen, you thanked him with a loving caress to his cheek and jaw—until you felt the plastic frames.

“You’re wearing your glasses?”

“Mhmm, I ran out of contact solution.” He raises his finger to fix his frames, almost bashful.