Another extra/side-story, if you will. Written in Sadie's POV, mostly(but in third person.) I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5.2

Forks

Sadie stared at Spencer, who was sitting in the coffee shop opposite her, reading his book seriously. When he had a book he wanted to read, he really went all-in, she'd noticed. Instead of the book in her lap, half-done, Sadie focused on him. His dark blonde hair had natural curls in them, which were very cute when they fell in his face and eyes and his lips always seemed to press together into a thin line when he was doing something seriously. Sadie picked up her frappe and sipped it, not quite enjoying the flavour as much as she'd hoped. Perhaps, it was time to stick to one drink that she did like, she mused absently.
"Something wrong?" Spencer asked, looking up at her. Sadie shook her head, throwing him a smile.
"No" she admitted honestly, "Just admiring the view" she added, grinning. Spencer smiled back.
"Would you rather go back home for lunch?" he inquired, sounding hopeful, or so she liked to believe. Sadie nodded.
"Shall I make you something?" she asked, "Pasta, pasta, pasta" she inquired. He smiled, knowing full-well that it was the only thing she knew how to cook well enough to offer to others.
"Pasta sounds good" he admitted, "Let's just get take-out. There's this Chinese restaurant in that alleyway that supposedly has the best mandarin rice in all the state. Although considering that it was the owner that put it up, I wonder if there's any truth to the matter. If you don't mind testing a theory I suppose we could get Chinese takeout, but if not, we could still get Chinese stakeout from some other place that's hopefully more modest than this one" he rambled. Sadie smiled at him as he went on and on. She enjoyed listening to his rants.
"So, let's test that theory, shall we?" she suggested. Spencer nodded. Sadie finished the last of her frappe and stood, closing her book.
"Are you seriously reading Lemony Snicket?" Spencer asked, "It's a children's book" he added, then stopped when Sadie frowned at him slightly, daring him to continue.
"It's pretty good" he added quickly.
"It's very funny" she said, "I haven't read funny in a long time" she added, putting the Slippery Slope into her bag.
"It is funny" he agreed, "Also a bit dark. A really good read"
Sadie glanced at him and shook her head.
"Don't force yourself" she said, "I can handle it. It's funny, isn't it? A grown woman reading A Series of Unfortunate Events. Go on, laugh if you want" she prodded, elbowing him in the sides gently. Spencer smiled.
"It's funny" he admitted, "Not that funny. Just, cute-funny" he said.
Sadie wondered why it was that all descriptions in America had to have the word "cute" in them. It was as if they lacked words that were archaic and beautiful to listen and speak. Cute, she thought, was a rather lazy word.
"Alright, don't admit it" she said, teasing him as they stopped in front of the restaurant.
"I'll be back" Spencer offered, "Anything particular you'd like?" he asked. Sadie shrugged.
"Tofu?" she said, uncertainly, "Do they make that here?" she added, more to herself, as she stepped back and looked at the sign.
"I'll see what I can find" Spencer replied, going in. Sadie stood outside, half-frowning, half-pouting at how he'd become such a big part of her life, especially so fast. Spencer returned with the bag in his hand.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked as they walked towards her flat. Sadie shrugged.
"I still have two bottles of Coke from the time you brought them over" she admitted, "What about you?" she asked, "Anything particular you want to drink?"
Spencer shrugged.
"I prefer Sprite to Coke" he admitted, "But I don't mind" he added. Sadie stopped outside a convenience store.
"I'll be back in a jiff" she claimed, leaving Spencer outside and going in. She picked up a large bottle of Sprite, a box of pretzels and a box of easy-bake cookies that looked easy enough to make. She paid, then picked up the bag and stepped out, smiling at the confused expression on Spencer's face.
"What?" she asked, as they resumed walking. Spencer shrugged.
"I was wondering where you'd gone off so suddenly" he admitted, "You just disappeared for a moment there" he admitted. Sadie smiled at his description, but remained quiet. When they arrived at her flat, Spencer stepped towards the kitchen, where he unpacked the boxes and looked for the plates. Sadie watched him, rather enjoying his precise movements and purposive actions. He was even nice enough to offer her a portion of all that he'd bought. Sadie shook her head when she heard something she didn't like, and nodded to that which she did. In exchange, she found them some forks and poured him a glass of Sprite, while pouring herself a glass of coke.
"Shall we eat?" he asked, sitting at the kitchen counter. Sadie joined him, with the forks and glasses, sitting down beside him and handing him the chopsticks.
"I can't work with chopsticks" he admitted. Sadie frowned at him.
"You're a genius with an IQ of 186, with several masters, and you can't work chopsticks?" Sadie asked him, sounding utterly shocked. Spencer coloured a little.
"I lack the co-ordination required for the task" he admitted in a small voice. Sadie smiled a little at him, a bit amused, but more than that, glad, that Spencer was more human than he seemed at first glance.
"It's appalling, I know" Spencer said, sighing, loudly, as Sadie handed him a fork.
"Uh, no" she stuttered, then cleared her throat when he voice cracked a bit, "It's more endearing" she admitted, "Makes you seem more human" she added, smiling a little. Spencer scowled at her.
"Makes me seem more human?" Spencer repeated, sounding slightly offended. Sadie frowned a little.
"Because most of the time, you seem so surreal, like a super-human mutant of the sorts" she explained, fidgeting with her chopsticks, "And this sort of brings you to human-level?" she said, uncertainly, still frowning, but now red in the cheeks with embarrassment. Sadie suddenly wondered why it was so difficult to speak, when it was just as easy to write. Despite her flailing, Spencer seemed less offended and more surprised by her reply.
"Is that how you thought of me till now?" he asked, "A super-human mutant?"
Sadie glanced up at him before stealing her eyes. Then, she shrugged slightly.
"It wasn't just novels I read while growing up" she admitted, "Nolan was a huge comic-geek"
Spencer laughed at her reply, making Sadie look up at him, more bravely than before. Then, as moments flew by, Sadie felt herself smiling. He was incompetent with his chopsticks, and she with the spoken word, and that was alright with them both.

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