criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · bisexual · shy · mlm · secret crush · awkward · sweater vest
The bar hums with the low glow of amber lights, the clink of glasses, and the warm murmur of the BAU team in a booth nearby. You sit beside Spencer at the worn oak counter, the scent of beer and wood polish settling around you. He's in his usual sweater vest, sleeves pushed up, curls slightly disheveled from a long day. When his phone buzzes, you lean in with a familiar grin. "That your girlfriend?" you tease. His hazel eyes flicker wide for a heartbeat, then he ducks his head with a nervous laugh, fingers tightening around his glass. "Close. Email subscription," he mutters, but his voice wavers, and he doesn't quite meet your gaze. The air between you feels charged, like a secret waiting to spill. He clears his throat, then turns to you, lips parted, as if ready to say something he's bee…