When Spencer got back from his dinner with Penelope, it was getting dark out. He had felt bad about leaving in the middle of his and Rose's conversation, so he went to write an apology, that he was sure she wouldn't see until morning.

He didn't even look up to check for her as he wrote.

'Sorry I left in such a rush.' Once the message was composed he finally looked up. She was sitting at her table again, the hand he could see was fiddling with her earing as she looked intently at something on the table. He wanted so badly to tap on the glass and have her look up. He thought, momentarily, about tossing something small at her window, but dismissed that thought and after standing, waiting for her to turn her head and see him, gave up and went to read a bit before going to bed.

In the morning Spencer got up and got his coffee before heading to the window, for his morning message.

'Don't worry about it. Your girlfriend's cute.' The message was accompanied by a winking face.

Spencer picked up the marker on the window sill.

'She's not my girlfriend.'

It bothered him that she had thought Penelope was his girlfriend. Not that she wasn't attractive, or anything along those lines. He just wanted things to be clear.

It wasn't until half way through his work day that the thought hit him that Rose might have a boyfriend. He stopped for a moment at the thought. What did it matter if she had a boyfriend, they were nothing more than friends, acquaintances really. Just because she was an attractive girl that he got along with didn't mean there was anything more to it than that. In reality he knew nothing about her.

Though he rationalized it this way a thousand times in his head, he couldn't get that gnawing annoyed and slightly concerned feeling to go away.

"Hey Reid, is it alright if I crash at your place after tonight?" Morgan asked, breaking through Spencer's thoughts.

"After tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's Friday, we're all going out remember?" Morgan asked. Spencer quickly remembered and nodded. "I'm not planning on being sober enough to drive home so I was hoping I could crash on your couch."

"Yeah, no problem." Spencer told him.

"Thanks kid, see you at 8 then." Morgan said before packing his things and leaving for the night. Spencer finished up his last few files before leaving himself.

When he got home Spencer first went to change before he went to the window, knowing that if Rose was there, as she was most days now, that he would stand in front of it until he had to leave.

Spencer's assumption had been right, when he got to the window he saw Rose sitting at her table again, this time nodding her head as though she was listening to something. He read the message slowly, hoping that by the time he was done she would look up.

'Shame, like I said she's cute.'

Spencer picked up his marker. 'She's pretty fun too, but just a friend."

By the time he finished writing Rose had looked up and was back standing at her window.

'So you won't be running off with her again tonight?' she asked.

Spencer could feel a blush creep up his neck. 'No, but I will be running off.'

'Where to?'

'A bar, maybe a club.'

Spencer watched as her eyebrows shot up. 'You're wearing that to a club?'

Spencer looked down, he was wearing his sneakers, jeans, a button down shirt and tie. Everything he normally wore out.

'What's wrong with this?'

'Do you not own a t-shirt?'

Spencer thought, he had the ones he slept in , which he was certain wouldn't be acceptable, they all had holes, other than that he had a Star Wars t-shirt and a tourist shirt from Jamaica, and he wasn't about to admit to owning either of those. 'Not really, no'

Rose seemed to think for a moment. 'Take off the tie' She told him.

Spencer complied with the command.

'Good now unbutton the top two.'

Spencer raised an eyebrow, but again did as he was told.

'Better' Rose wrote, her head cocked to the side. 'Just don't have it tucked in.'

Spencer started to blush again as he un-tucked his shirt, as Rose shook her head at him.

' You going out tonight?' Spencer asked, changing the focus of attention.

'No, I'm staying in tonight, relaxing.' She gestured to herself and sure enough she had on pajamas.

Spencer looked at his watch, he had to leave.

'I've got to go.'

'Have fun'

Almost reluctantly Spencer waved goodbye, erased the message and left to go out with his friends.

Everyone was surprised when Spencer showed up, looking much like a man his age at a bar should. Morgan had teased him and Penelope had given him some suspicious glances as she and Emily had checked him out. One of their waitresses even gave him her phone number. All in all it had been the best night out he could remember.

When he finally got home, a drunken Derek Morgan , leaning on him for stability he wanted to run to the window and thank Rose for her fashion tips, but instead he simply dropped Derek on the couch put a glass of water next to him on the coffee table and went to his own bed and slept.