When Spencer got home he looked to his window and saw the paper he had hung that morning still sitting in its place on the window. He would have gone over ripped it down and read the gloating message across the way but after his constant teasing from Morgan about being an artist he wasn't particularly interested in being gloated at, so he made himself dinner, tidied up his apartment, read a book, and generally tried to keep his mid from wandering to that stupid window.

When he could no longer find anything to occupy him, he gave in to his curiosity and took down his sign. He was surprised. He had expected a mocking quote along with a picture but the only thing even slightly mocking was a smiley face that had its tongue sticking out.

'Come on, you didn't even try!"

Spencer read the message a few times. If all she wanted was a simple try then, why not? After all he had been trying all day. Spencer sat down at his desk and pulled a piece of paper and a pen towards himself.

His picture ended up looking like a child's drawing, a simple house on a hill with a tree. He had attempted a dog but in the end the dog became a large black bush. With his picture finished he got a piece of tape and went to place the picture in the window.

After putting the picture on the window he looked up and saw the girl sitting at a table. It was almost as if an alarm had gone off to let her know that he was there. Almost as soon as it had registered that she was there she was looking through the window back at him.

Smiling she got up and walked to the window.

'Now that wasn't so hard was it?'

Quickly Spencer got another piece of paper and wrote back.

'Please, this took me all day.'

He watched as she laughed. She probably thought he was joking, but he wasn't about to correct her.

'Good, after all" Art is the proper task of life!"'

'Nietzsche' Spencer responded 'You really like reading.'

'I don't like it. I love it.'

Spencer smiled, 'What's your favorite book?'

'I could sooner choose my favorite star in the sky!' He watched as the girl feigned insult, being overly dramatic so that he could clearly see.

'Arcturus is my favorite.' Spencer told her.

'Why?'

If Spencer was shocked that she had heard of the star he didn't show it.

'It's the brightest star in the Northern celestial hemisphere.' He told her, watching as she nodded her approval at his answer.

The girl held up her finger to ask him to wait, and Spencer was sure that he would see her run across the room and speak into the intercom as she had done before, but she didn't. Instead she got a chair from behind her and placed it at the window. Once she had situated herself she began to write again.

'I have always been partial to Rigel.' She admitted.

'Why?' Spencer asked before mirroring her and grabbing his own chair while she wrote.

'It marks the spot where Orion was stung by the scorpion.'

Spencer smiled at the answer. 'Most people don't know that part of the story.'

'Most people don't talk with their neighbors through widow writings either.'

Spencer found himself chuckling, she had a point there.

'Touché'

The girl smiled, 'So Dr. What's your favorite myth?'

Spencer and the girl spent the rest of their night parked in front of their respective windows writing back and forth until the darkness took away their ability to read across the distance. That night Spencer went to sleep and dreamed about the stars.