So this is a Spanna story, but it's me, so of course it starts off with some Sparia. This is probably only going to be a two- or three-shot, we'll see how it goes. Let me know what you think and if you're interested in reading more. :)

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"If you were a color, what would you be?"

Spencer glanced down at Aria, who was staring at her rainbow-ripple flavored ice cream in apparent fascination, her eyes following the swirls of yellow, pink, and green. They'd spent the day shopping in this cute little market town just south of Rosewood, and Spencer had shouted Aria an ice cream after Aria had taken her to a bookstore that specialized in rare and antique books, the kind Spencer could rarely get her hands on; Aria then had to help Spencer carry the stack of old leather-bound texts she'd bought.

"A color?" Spencer echoed, dodging around a clump of schoolkids gathered around a stall selling puzzles and games. One of the kids picked up a Rubik's Cube, tossed it up and down a couple of times, and then shrugged, putting it back and looking dejected. Apparently he had as much luck with that as Spencer had had with the last history assignment – she'd gotten a B minus. Minus. It was a disgrace. "I don't know. Something soft, probably. Quiet. Like a baby blue or a mauve."

Aria licked her ice cream, looking absently up ahead at a crowd that had gathered around the fountain. "Nah, I think you'd be something bright and vibrant. Like a vivid red or a lime green or something."

"Lime green? Really?" Spencer nudged Aria playfully, accidentally making the smaller girl stumble. Aria glared at her, then rolled her eyes. "So if you're such an expert, what color would you be?"

"Rose pink," Aria answered promptly, but before Spencer could ask why, Aria had grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward the fountain.

"Aria, what are we doing?" Spencer whined, but she jogged to keep up with her anyway.

"You'll see," Aria said, pulling her along. They reached the fountain and Aria slipped through the crowd, leaving Spencer to stand at the back and wonder what was happening. After a few minutes Aria wormed her way through the crowd and back to Spencer. "Can we stay here for a while?"

"For what?" Spencer saw that Aria's eyes were shining; she was definitely excited about something. She craned her neck, and finally saw what everyone was so interested in. "Aria, really?"

"It's going to be worth it, I promise," Aria said, a pleading note in her voice. "I've heard of him before, and he's supposed to be really good."

"But." Spencer hefted her pile of books onto her other arm and frowned. "He's a magician. You do realize they're all phonies, right? They're… meretricious."

Aria rolled her eyes. "Quit practicing your vocab words and come relax for five minutes, Spence." She glanced at the piled of books and added, "Well, as much as you can relax anyway."

Spencer grumbled a little, but she followed Aria to a place on the side of the crowd, where they could just see what was happening. The magician, a tall man with long braided hair and spider web tattoos weaving up and down his arms, was standing up the front, apparently turning someone's bottle of orange juice into lemonade. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Spencer leaned against the wall and watched.

When he was finished everyone applauded, and the lady whose orange juice was now lemonade wandered back into the crowd, a bemused look on her face. He went through some more of his tricks, including producing doves from up his sleeve, making himself disappear, and changing the colour of someone's shirt. Finally he folded his arms and surveyed the crowd, and Spencer started pulling Aria away.

"You there."

The voice made Spencer turn, and she found herself looking into the magician's startlingly bright blue eyes. He tilted his head, taking in her appearance, from the purple silk headband to the blue suede shoes, and then he beckoned for her to come closer. Stunned, she took a few steps, and then shared a look with Aria. The smaller girl looked thrilled.

"What's your name?" the magician asked.

Spencer swallowed. There was something in his manner that unsettled her. "S-Spencer."

"Hi." He gave her a wide, toothy smile; she suspected it was intended to put her at ease, but it just made her skin prickle. Then he took her gently by the hand – she quickly gave her books to Aria, who almost collapsed to the ground under their weight – and led her to the front of the crowd, where everyone could see her. "Now, Spencer," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "do you believe in coincidences?"

"Um." Spencer darted a look at Aria, who nodded encouragingly. Of course she would be excited about this; it was just kooky enough for her, but a little too weird for Spencer. She turned back to the magician – Flash, declared a name badge he'd pinned to his shirt – and said, "I guess so. I don't know."

Flash faced the crowd and grinned. "How's that for certainty?"

A few people in the crowd tittered, and Spencer felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She tugged at the sleeve of her cardigan, wishing she could just leave already. But Flash winked at the crowd and then turned back to her. "Do you have a cell phone?"

"W-what?" Spencer stammered, caught off-guard by the strange question. This was probably how he made his money; she'd hand him her very expensive phone, he'd pretend to make it disappear – probably just sliding it up his sleeve – and she'd never get it back. Her hands curled protectively around the phone in her pocket.

"It's all right," he soothed, running a hand along one of his spider web tattoos. "I'm not going to steal it."

Spencer blinked. How had he known what she was thinking? Then she chided herself for being so quick to worry. It was such an obvious fear, and she wasn't the best at hiding her emotions. Of course he'd known what she was worried about. She bit her lip and reluctantly handed over her cell.

"I imagine a pretty young thing like you would have a fair few friends," Flash said, making Spencer shiver. Did he have to be so creepy? "Think of a contact you have in your phone. Any one."

Obligingly, Spencer mentally scrolled through her contacts. She did have quite a few, but not many she regularly talked to – just Hanna, Aria, and Emily. Her sister and her parents messaged her sometimes, but not often. She was still sorting through her contacts when Flash asked, "Well? Do you have one?"

"Uh, yeah." She settled on one, the last one she'd been thinking. She had a feeling she knew where this was going, and despite her better judgement she felt a spark of curiosity. She'd seen a magician on TV do this trick before, and maybe if she was this close to it she could figure out how he did it.

Flash took Spencer's hand and had her hold it just above her cell, which was lying flat on the magician's palm. Then he took his other hand and balanced it above Spencer's. He closed his eyes and made a soft humming noise, and Spencer held back a groan. This was so fake. How could anyone believe in this crap?

A few moments passed. Flash kept humming. Spencer looked idly around the crowd. Aria caught her eye and grinned.

And then, to Spencer's great surprise, the screen on her phone lit up. She pulled her hand back fast, like she'd been burned, and her eyes locked on the name on the screen.

Flash laughed, handing her phone back to her. She took it like it was a bomb about to explode, her heart hammering in her chest. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don't have volunteers hold their own phones anymore." The audience laughed, and Flash clapped Spencer on the back. "Thanks for your help."

She mumbled something non-committal in response and slid back into the crowd beside Aria. Her phone was still ringing, and she was holding it by the edge like she was worried it was going to hurt her.

"Well?" Aria raised her eyebrows, looking at the screen. "Aren't you going to answer it?"

"I…" Spencer hesitated, then forced herself to smile and pressed Answer. "Hey Hanna. I was just thinking about you."

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