A/N: You guessed it, the edit above is once again mine. ;)
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I take a seat at one of the bar stools, observing him as he gets working on a pot of coffee.
"My coffee ended up on your blouse, so I figured I'd just make another for free and not waste anymore money. Should I make you one too?" He teases, playfully hinting that he could possibly spill coffee all over me once again. He asks, but he knows to make me one long before asking. He knows that I'm a coffee addict from all the time he has spent trying to figure me out; but I'm still unaware of it all.
"I'm a Hastings, needing a coffee break is in my DNA." A smile glues itself to my lips; hopping off of the seat and into his direction. "I can make coffee you know." He teases as soon as I am peering over his broad shoulder and breathing down his neck. "I wasn't sure; as far as I know, all you can do is spill it." I tease right back in return, a small smile gracing my lips. "Besides, you lent me a shirt, let me make you a cup of coffee." My tone grows more serious, my orbs slightly pleading. "Fine, but if you poison me, I'm afraid I'll need my shirt back." He warns playfully, taking a seat in the barstool I had previously been sat at. I finish brewing the coffee, orbs scanning the space for coffee mugs. I find them with no help from Toby, clutching two of them and pouring an equal amount of the caffeine into both mugs. I place one down in front of Toby before grabbing mine and coming around the counter to sit beside Toby in the bar stool beside his. He takes a sip, making a face I can't quite read the meaning to.
"What do you think?" I question, a smile slightly appearing on my features. "I think it's toxic." He replies, pushing the mug away from himself and smirking. "My coffee is not toxic." My reply comes out defensively, my arms tucking themselves behind one another across my chest. "Spence, you made me drink your coffee and I'm one sip away from getting the shakes." There is a tease in his tone, although he means exactly what he is saying. "My coffee isn't the deadliest thing we should be worrying about." I point out, rolling my brown orbs. "And I did not force you to drink anything." I add defiantly, my always stubborn nature showing through my words. Although he should be shooting back some witty and sarcastic comeback, a small smile simply appears on his lips. He adores my stubbornness and the sarcasm that drenches my words. Another thing he loves about Spencer Hastings. He doesn't allow the smile to leave his brims, and he remains silent. He wouldn't win this battle anyways.
A/N: Ugh, I apologize for this short chapterrrr! I didn't mean for it to be short af, but somehow, it turned out that way. :/ I apologize ugh, but I did need to get an update in & it's adorable, right? 😉 I got a new phone though, so... 🔥
Until we meet again,
- Marissa 🍕
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The Perfect Crime
Fanfic"I spent a lot of time watching her. Sometimes from across the classroom, sometimes through her bedroom window. I don't really know why, she's kind of a mystery."
