Spencer's pov

I went to the local coffee shop to get a cup of coffee, but when the door opened a cup of coffee spilled all over my blouse.

''I'm sorry''

''oh it's okay'' I looked up to see who spilled the coffee, the voice belonged to a beautiful blond with sparkling blue eyes,

''I'm Spencer Hastings''

''Cece drake'' she offered her hand and I shook it,

''let me help you'' she tried to wipe it off with her hand,

''cece it's fine''

''are you sure''

''yeah maybe we'll meet again''

''maybe'' she walked away smiling back at me, she's so…

''don't trust her''

''what'' I turned around but no one was there,

Why can't I not trust cece. It's not like she's A

Right?