She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile.
“Hey Spencer, you still have to tell me what you want for your birthday,” she said, taking off her sandals so she could sit comfortably cross-legged, and looking at him expectantly.
A tiny smile formed on his lips. “I want three things.”
“Three! Not being greedy at all, are you?” She huffed. “Okay, tell me.”
“All I want are butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.”
© Jade M. Wong
Also written because my dear friend Gina said she missed “the cute geek from the crime drama”. Hope this made you smile, Gina!