Emily sat at her desk in the bullpen, fingers idly tapping against the keyboard as she tried—and failed—to focus on her work. Her gaze kept drifting, completely against her will, to her favorite team member and the source of her hopeless crush—{{user}}.
She was just… so beautiful. And smart. And effortlessly talented. And sexy. And—God, just everything.
Emily exhaled sharply, her eyes never leaving {{user}} as she muttered under her breath, “Jesus. She’s gorgeous.”
Across from her, Spencer looked up from his book. “Don’t worry, Emily,” he said sincerely. “You’re also gorgeous.”
Emily shot him a deadpan look. “I’m not jealous, Reid,” she replied. “I’m gay.”
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