Well, a long-awaited mini-chapter! Sorry for the late update! Busy with academics!

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Note about the last chapter: About the drink ordering algorithm, I think, that maybe, at one point, she may have thought up the algorithm. But, it's been a long time and she's so used to using it, she barely knows if she's ordering based on the algorithm, or her own choice. Wait. That doesn't make sense. What I mean is, perhaps, subconsciously, she thought it up and she doesn't give it much thought, except the thirty seconds she spends in front of the counter. Or something of that sort. I hope that clears it up. (In short, she thought it up long ago, subconsciously, but now, she's using it without giving it much thought.)

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CHAPTER 5.4

Coffee and Pie

It was a few days after Spencer's encouraging words, after Sadie had gone through half a row of books on one of the shelves in the study, that she decided she wanted to write again. Not just wanted, like she had before she'd come to the States with writer's block, but needed, as if the words couldn't, wouldn't, stop until they were all out on paper.

It started when she woke up in the middle of the night, it was close to four a.m, but still, she found the brand new box of notepads Nolan had bought for her, which she'd left in the study, and started writing. She didn't know where the words were coming from, or where the story was going to go, but by sunrise, she'd gone through eight and half pages, with no signs of stopping.

She did stop, of course, when her phone rang and she realised she'd missed coffee with her boyfriend.

"Spencer, oh God, I'm so sorry!" she said, flipping open her phone.

"What happened?" Spencer asked, his voice stiff.

"Oh! You wouldn't believe it!" Sadie said, excited, as she scrambled to get her outside clothes on, "I woke up with an epiphany! An epiphany! At my age and state!" rather dramatically.

"That sounds great" he agreed, his voice returning to almost-normal, "Shall I go ahead to work, or-?"

"Ah! No! Please, wait!" Sadie cried, desperately, "I'll see you in fifteen minutes, I swear! No longer!" she added. Spencer laughed.

"It's ok, I'll wait, as long as it takes" he informed her, "Be careful on your way" he added.

"Yes, see you soon!" she quipped, shutting her phone and scrambling to brush her teeth and wore a brown tunic that reached her knees, which she coupled with white, patterned leggings, her black coat and boots. Then, with one look in the mirror, Sadie shook her head at her unbelievable tangle of hair.

"This will be hell" she said to herself, as she tried to make the curls look decent, and not as if she'd just been woken up by a lion, or rat. After a few minutes of tugging and pulling and feeling as if she'd pulled out half the amount of hair from her head, Sadie looked presentable, in the sense that her hair no longer looked like a lion's mane, or a rat's project. Sadie picked up her notepad, books, keys and wallet and made her way out.

Spencer was sitting at their table, the small two-seater in the corner where few people came, but which had a good view of the outside. Not that he was looking outside. Sadie went in and greeted him with a hug.

"Sadie!" Spencer said, sounding shocked. Sadie could barely contain herself as she squeezed him tight.

"I'm so happy today!" Sadie admitted in a whisper, "Thank you, Spencer!" she said. Spencer seemed uncertain of her affections. He patted her back slowly, until he realised she wouldn't let go. Then, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight, pulling her close and breathing in deeply. Sadie smelled the scent of his cologne, his shampoo, the fabric softener he used on his sweaters, and of coffee and a scent that was his alone: like old books and printing ink.

"Thank you, Spencer" Sadie said again, pulling away, then leaning up to kiss his cheek, not fleeting, like the last time, more firm, longer and soft. Sadie felt the prickliness of his cheek, making her giggle as she pulled away and looked at him, her cheeks red, her eyes gleaming in pure appreciation.

"I don't know what you're thanking me so many times for" Spencer admitted, sounding clueless. Sadie shrugged.

"For being here, for being with me, for being you" she said, "Never stop being you"

"Ok" Spencer agreed, frowning, "But I must tell you that I can't ever stop being me. I will always be me and even in the past, I was me then too, all the 'me's that exist in any time in my life are all 'me', so obviously, I can't stop being me" he explained.

Sadie watched him as he rambled, phrases worded back and forth which ended up meaning the same. He must've been spooked by her sudden display of affection, she guessed, smiling in amusement. He was very endearing, she realised, so caring and he hardly knew it himself!

"Shall I bring you your coffee?" Spencer asked, shaking Sadie out her day-dream. She shook her head.

"I came to see you, not for coffee" she admitted, "Shall I drop you to the bus-stop?" she asked. Spencer frowned at her.

"You've been awake a long time already" he noted keenly, "And you haven't eaten anything since dinner, nor had a decent cup of coffee" he stated, "You will have coffee, and eat breakfast before I go to work" he finished firmly. Sadie looked at him, surprised by the firmness in his voice.

"I will eat breakfast and have coffee" Sadie agreed, "I don't want you being late for work. What if your team thinks I'm taking up too much of your time?" she said, suddenly shocked, her eyes wide, "What if they forbid you to see me anymore? What if I'm a terrible influence on you?"

Spencer frowned at her.

"I don't think they would think any of those things" Spencer informed, a smile of amusement playing on his lips, "But then, you'd have to promise that you have breakfast with me right now" he said. Sadie pouted and elbowed him in the sides gently.

"Aren't you being just the manipulative little profiler?" She joked as Spencer draped his arm around her shoulder. Sadie's went to hold his hand, and she looked up at him, grinning.

"There's a diner one block down" Spencer offered, "Special pie, every day"

"Ooh! Pie!" she said, excitedly, as he lead the way to breakfast.

"Did I tell you how lucky I am to have met you?" Sadie asked, looking up at him.

"Not really" Spencer admitted, smiling. Sadie grinned.

"Super lucky! I mean, what are the odds that you and I have been going to the same shop for so many months before our paths actually crossed?" she said, shaking her head.

"They wouldn't have, if you weren't day-dreaming in the queue and had bumped into my espresso cup" Spencer suggested. Sadie looked at him pointedly.

"Where is that shirt? Why haven't you worn it since?" Sadie asked instead.

"I'll wear it when it's a special day" Spencer answered shrugging. Sadie smiled, her hold of his hand tightening.

"Today's a special day" she said, more to herself than him, but Spencer smiled, pulling her closer and pecking the top of her head.

"Yeah, I'll wear it for dinner" he told her, "Shall we go out? Celebrate?"

Sadie nodded.

"Yes! Not something in the city though! I don't want to go there in the traffic!" she said. Spencer nodded.

"Someplace closer to home then" he agreed, "Shall I come by and pick you up, say six?"

"Could you give me a warning ring before you leave work though?" Sadie asked, looking like a good example of someone who forgot the world when involved in their projects.

"Sure" he agreed as they went into the diner to have breakfast.

The elusive pink shirt makes an appearance!

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