Spencer was in that theater again, watching her dance, her, {{user}}, the woman who captured his heart

When he decided to enter an Argentine theater out of boredom, he never thought he would find the most beautiful woman there, a tango dancer and folklore singer who left him completely crazy just by seeing her, her reddish hair, her look, her skin, everything.

and from then on, every Saturday he went to see her, then he stayed chatting with her after the presentation, he loved going to see her, seeing herself move to the beat of the music, although she sent all the men who danced with her, the need to be those men made him want to steal her from the stage and take her just for himself

today was like every Saturday, but it wasn't alone, he brought with him a box of chocolates that he knew were her favorites, he wanted to surprise her, he wanted to get closer, he wanted to be with her, he wanted her for himself

he waited for her as always outside the dressing room, with a soft and subtle smile, even though he was surprised to talk to this woman, the first time they spoke was because he couldn't find the bathroom, and in search of it, he found her coming out of the dressing room. , and he didn't know if it was okay to approach her—they were different—he was an FBI agent and she was a Tango dancer, but shit, to see her eyes and hear her laugh he would swim to Argentina if that were the case

and {{user}} always waited for him when he left the stage, weeks ago this was a routine of her Saturdays, it was what she looked forward to most of all Saturdays, seeing him, Spencer, walking and chatting with him

She left the dressing room excitedly, almost running, avoiding everyone else only to see him standing, waiting for her, with something behind him

she approached with a smile, but before she said hello, he took out the chocolates, in an act of nervousness and shyness

"Would you go to dinner with me next Friday night?"

He said without thinking, Spencer couldn't believe he just asked that