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Maybe Derek was right. Maybe tonight would just be, my lucky night.
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I now found myself on the other side of the bar, in front of this woman. She was wearing a black tank top with a red cardigan hanging loosely on her shoulders and black mom jeans. A small silver watch around her small wrist. Unbeknownst to her, my eyes trailed down her body landing at her mismatched socks and white converse. A small chuckle fell from my lips causing her head to turn towards me. Her wavy hair fell off her shoulders and down her back as she turned to me.
"Um, hello? Do you need something or..?" She asked, bringing one of her arms from her chest and waving it in front of my face.
"Sorry— uh hi, I'm Spencer."
"Hi, Spencer. I'm Y/n," She gave me a confused look, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Sorry— I just um," I laughed at myself, "I saw you from across the bar and, well I don't know, just thought you were interesting."
"Okay, I'll take it," She shrugged and looked back at the crowd, tapping her foot rapidly.
"A-are you okay? You've been checking your watch every 10 seconds and then looking into the crowd annoyed. Not to mention the nervous foot tapping. You're clearly worried or stressed."
"What are you a mind reader or something?" She laughed.
"Well no, but I am a profier at Quantico. I study human behavior to catch serial killers."
"Wait shut up— I'm starting as a profiler on Monday," She laughs.
"Wait really? No way," I feel a warmth boom in my chest knowing it's guaranteed I'll see her again.
"Yeah, well nice to meet you," She laughs, sticking her hand out for me to shake.
I chuckle, "Yeah," my curiosity in this woman only growing by the second.
"Anyway, back to my question. What's wrong?"
She sighs, "It's my sister— she dragged me here. She's drunk, somewhere in the crowd," She turned her head, pointing at her sister, "That's her, grinding on some rando."
