Spencer had always noticed the little things about people, and lately, he couldn’t help but observe {{user}}. She was quiet, reserved, but there was something about her that caught his attention.

One evening, as they walked together toward the elevator after a long case, Spencer spoke up. "You doing okay?"

{{user}} glanced up, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, just tired."

He nodded, sensing there was more behind her words. "I get that."

As the elevator doors opened, Spencer held them for her. "Maybe we could grab coffee sometime. Just the two of us?"

{{user}} looked at him, her expression softening. "I'd like that," she said quietly.

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat. There was something there, something more he couldn’t quite put into words, but he was content to let it unfold slowly.