"He's the genius with secrets in his eyes
Solving puzzles while I'm chasing butterflies
Can't read his mind, but he's reading mine
In this ballad of the genius, our worlds intertwine"
Pop sensation Liv Rose's glittering career hides a tragic past...
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"My guilty pleasure is reality TV, as I am really nosey."
Kate Fleetwood
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Matcha Vibes
"You know, for a genius, you make some questionable choices," Liv teased, her eyes twinkling over the rim of her matcha latte. "Sacrificing your precious lunch break to dine with little old me? I'm flattered, Dr. Reid, but also concerned for your work-life balance."
Spencer couldn't help but chuckle, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee mug. "What can I say? The promise of your company outweighs the allure of case files and stale break room coffee."
It had been a whirlwind month since their paths first crossed. While Olivia's stalker had gone suspiciously quiet, Spencer knew better than to let his guard down. He was determined to keep up their charade until the threat was neutralized, though if he was honest with himself, their time together had long ceased to feel like an act.
When not buried in FBI work, Spencer had taken it upon himself to be Olivia's personal tour guide to the DMV area. She'd don her "incognito popstar" outfit - oversized sunglasses, floppy hats, and enough accessories to make a fashion blogger swoon - and they'd set off on their adventures.
"Remember when you tried to explain the intricacies of the Smithsonian's cataloging system?" Liv giggled, reaching across the table to steal one of Spencer's fries. "I thought that poor tour guide was going to cry."
Spencer feigned offense, but couldn't hide his smile. "Well, if they're going to provide information, it should at least be accurate."
Their evenings had fallen into a comfortable routine. Two seasons of Love Island (Liv's choice) were balanced by three seasons of CSI (Spencer's choice, though he couldn't help but correct the show's terminology at every turn). Doctor Who marathons, once Spencer's solitary pastime, were now enjoyed with Olivia curled up beside him on the couch.
Speaking of which, Olivia's penchant for physical affection had initially thrown Spencer for a loop. She was a self-proclaimed "cuddle monster," always finding ways to maintain contact - elbows touching while doing dishes, her head on his shoulder during movie nights, or her hand firmly clasped in his as they explored the city.
"You know," Spencer mused, surprising himself with his openness, "I used to avoid physical contact like the plague. But with you..." He trailed off, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.
Liv's face softened, her hand reaching out to cover his. "But with me...?"
"With you, it feels right," he admitted quietly. "Natural, even."
A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the bustling of the café around them.
"Well," Liv finally said, her voice light but her eyes betraying a depth of emotion, "I guess we'll just have to keep practicing then, won't we, Dr. Reid?"
