Spencer showed up two days later, as quietly as the day she caused trouble. She sat far away, enough to be out of Emily's sight yet still be able to know what the intern was doing.

Emily looked stiff today. Spencer noticed a slight frown between her brows, even a human smiled after her help, Emily's eyes didn't lighten up. She waved her hand to help people here and there like a machine, never bothered to release the tension on her shoulders. Her eyes were tired, opened just to finish the work and not to enjoy what she was seeing.

An unhappy Emily made Spencer so uncomfortable. And the fact that Spencer felt that way because of someone she barely knew made her even more uncomfortable.

It got more and more uneasy as time went on. The urge of kicking and punching things grew bigger in her. The space around her seemed confined even though she was in the middle of the sky. Spencer questioned herself a few times.

Was that what people called guilt?

Why did she feel that way?

Why did she have to hide?

Oh yeah, why though? There was no reason to hide. She was afraid of nothing. She was a demon. People were scared of her, other kinds were scared of her. Accepted how nonsense and silly she was acting, with the growth of that unsettling feeling in her stomach, Spencer decided to step out.

She sat down near Emily with a reasonable distance. The heavy sigh from the intern let Spencer know she knew her presence. Spencer suddenly felt nervous. She played it off, acted nonchalantly. With a recognizable smirk, the demon said joyfully.

"Hello little angel."

She believed she could sense Emily's annoyance even if she had sat further. The intern blinked tiredly, tightened her fists, the side of her cheek got sharpened as she clenched her jaws.

"Don't! Call me that." The first part came out powerful. And the next sounded like Emily just murmured to herself. "I'm not little, nor an angel. I'm just a useless intern."

Spencer dropped her smile, tilted her head. Seemed like Emily had been scouted for screwing up her task. She breathed in deeply, tried to change the subject.

"What should I call you then? I don't know your name."

"That's none of your business." Emily replied quickly then got back to silence.

Two seconds passed and as if her mind finally came back from vacation, the intern turned over, glared at the demon. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

Spencer shook her head consecutively. "Nope! I don't recall that."

Emily sighed. She actually was no longer mad at Spencer. She had been thinking about it for two days and she had come to terms with the fact that a part of it was her fault. That was a challenging situation and she should have remained calm to fix it rather than let her storm range on.

It wasn't easy to accept her wrongness, especially when she could blame someone whose face she only wished to punch so hard. That smirk, those triumphant eyes and the face of a person who had never lost a fight. But well, Even though a good punch could solve the anger in her mind, she couldn't run from her responsibility. So she accepted it and quietly listened to Aria's words, and some others' behind her back, as long as she didn't have to meet that face again.

And here it was, facing her, teasing her.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Why are you here? Don't you have like, tasks or something to do?"

"Nah. That's for the juniors. I only handle big stuffs, important stuffs." The demon bragged, still smirking.

"Well then go, go handle you big and important stuffs. I'm barely a juniors, you don't wanna waste time with my simple tasks."

Emily rushed in, enjoyed a rare moment where Spencer fell into her trap. The demon's smirk dropped immediately. She looked at the street then looked down at her hands, playing with her fingers in silence.

They both said nothing. Emily didn't prompt the demon to leave even though it had been her plan and Spencer stayed quite like a good child who was on the time – out chair. It didn't last long though. Someone had decided to stick with her weirdly behaviors.

"Are you still mad at me?"

One less thing on "things Spencer would never say" list.

Emily wasn't mad at her anymore. Emily knew that. I knew that. And you knew that. But guess who didn't.

That's right. Emily looked over just to see Spencer kept playing with her fingers, eyes avoided her as much as possible. She gulped, slight pouted her lips and touched her ear time to time when she felt eyes on her. The girl next to Emily right then was nothing like that mysterious "I want you" demon days ago. She was kind of awkward.

And cute.

Half of her mind wanted to tease Spencer and tell her she was still mad but eventually, the other half won. Shouldn't let anyone feel the burden of someone's anger on them when in fact there was none.

"No, not anymore."

Spencer snapped her head up, blinked a few times. "Really?"

"Yes." Thinking for a moment, Emily added. "But why is that matter?"

Spencer brushed off the question, pretended she didn't hear it. She wasn't capable of answering that for herself, how could she give Emily the right reply?

"So, what's your name? I'm Spencer Hastings."

"I know, you're pretty famous, even have a fan club created by the juniors." The intern said, almost rolled her eyes.

Spencer smirked, raised her brow but said nothing. She let Emily gradually realized what her lips had slipped.

With her eyes slowly widened, Emily bit her lips, glanced quickly at Spencer. "I mean… I've heard rumors. From others. At my dorm. Not that I search your info on the cloud sites or anything."

Spencer's lips slightly parted, created a bigger smirked while she was still glaring. Emily swallowed, ran her fingers through her hair then changed her eyes' direction. She said in a rush, felt her cheeks were getting hotter.

"I'm Emily. Emily Fields."

Spencer repeated softly. Both of her lips had curved up, her smirk had transformed to a genuine smile. "Emily Fields…"

"What?" She asked, prepared for a tease.

Spencer didn't reply for one more minute and when she did, it wasn't an answer for Emily's sake.

"Well, I've known your name. My mission is complete. Goodbye, little angel."

As Spencer stood up, Emily did as well. "What the…" The intern looked at Spencer, searched for something to say but her mind was blank and the demon was ready to leave. Emily struggled with her sentence. "I… um… well. Ah, right! Now you know my name. Stop calling me little angel!"

"But you look like a little angel." The demon teased, already one feet away from where they were sitting.

"Spencer!"

"Ooh! That's the first time you call my name."

"Spencer! Listen!"

"Ooh! The second time."

"I…" Emily stopped, tightened her lips. The girl was so frustrated. She couldn't find a word to talk back and she couldn't fly either. She just stood there, looked up hopelessly at the most annoying face she had seen.

Spencer looked down, tried not to break into a smile. A smirk would look so much more badass. And a wink too. So she smirked, then winked. Didn't forget to drop a dramatic exit quote.

"See you around, little angel."

AN: Tell me what you think?