Spencer knew how risky this was, it was his riskiest case yet. Going undercover, with a woman like Cat Adams, she was smart. Smarter than most, damn it. She'd snuffed out all the backup agents, JJ and Rossi, and now you were the only one left. But of course Cat had noticed you the moment she'd realised that ring was brand new. But she seemed to not mind you, she seemed to like you, even.

"You're thinking," he said quietly, curious as to what Cat was thinking, his brows raising gently. Spencer knew where you were, dressed up all fancy for the dinner cover up. So did Cat.

"So are you. Pretty girl waiting for you? For me?" Spencer doesn't need to think twice to know that she's talking about you. And it scares him, for a faint moment. Because she knows how close you are to him. "Can she come here? I wanna see her, Spencer," a pang of guilt in his heart makes him falter for a moment, but he soon gains his bearings again, muttering into his earpiece. "{{user}}, come in."

Both he and Cat glance up when they see you, both of their eyes fluttering over your body as you walk over to the table, politely pulling a chair over and sitting down between the two of them. Spencer soon comes to the conclusion that Cat likes you. Is attracted to you. That works in his favour so well.

"It's nice to meet you," she coos, "are you going to lie about your life too? Or are we gonna get off on right footing?" Off to a great start already.

Spencer swallows hard, "I don't think you need to kn—"

"I think I'll let her decide, don't you think?" Both of their eyes fall on yours. Two different emotions within. You were in for so much fun here.

Well, more so for Cat.