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𝑇𝑤𝑜.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Melanie grasped the handgun tucked protectively into the holster on her waist, quickly turning around to face the door. She clenched her jaw, taking a proactive step forward.
Her arm trembled ferociously as she crept towards the door, her jaw tensing up the closer she got. She practically had to remind herself that regardless of whoever may be behind that door, she was well equipped to take on a situation like this.
With a sigh, her eyes flashed to the small area just beneath the door. Two feet. Melanie swallowed the lump in her throat, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she realized she was in danger.
It wasn't just in her head like everything else was. This was real.
No stranger would be showing up on her doorstep so late in the night, and considering that she hardly had any friends, she knew there must be a more sinister explanation.
Her blood ran cold as she grasped the metal doorknob, wasting no time before she flung it open to reveal her unwelcome visitor. She raised her gun, her index finger waiting patiently on the trigger.
"Woah! Uh..."
She immediately lowered her weapon, watching as the male in front of her held his hands up to plead his innocence. Her eyebrows pinched together as she recognized the identity of her unforeseen guest.
"Spencer, what are you doing here?" she asked, panting as her adrenaline began to crash.
"You... you left your phone on the jet!" Spencer exclaimed, tossing her phone at her in a flustered attempt to explain himself.
Melanie scrambled to catch her phone, unimpressed with his aim as it flew over her shoulder and landed on the ground with a thud. "Your aim is... substandard. It's a wonder how the bureau has allowed you to keep your gun."
"Speaking of guns..." Spencer began, his eyes darting towards the black handgun still in her grasp, "do you point yours at all of your visitors?"
Her eyes followed his to her hand, and she immediately tucked her gun back into its holster. She shot Spencer a look of embarrassment before she spoke. "Sorry about that. And... no, I don't."
"I suppose that makes me a bit unique then," Spencer smirked, though his stupid grin was immediately erased by the look she shot his way.
"If having a gun leveled at your chest makes you feel special, then by all means, don't let me burst your bubble."
He sucked his lips inside of his mouth to flash her a thin-lipped smile. "Consider my bubble burst... ha."
Melanie's eyebrows crinkled together, evidently confused as to how he had already gotten over the fact that she was ready to shoot him only moments ago.
