Racing through the snow covered streets of her small town, Spencer Hastings tried her best to keep her purse settled on her shoulder, her feet stepping through the wet and dirtied ice pockets that had formed throughout the cold day. She was so late for a meeting with her college professor, and the hundreds of Christmas walking around town were not helping her get there any faster.

She slammed through The Brew's entrance doors and smiled to her friends seated by the counter. "How long have you guys been here?"

"Half hour," the shortest shrugged. "Your professor is back by the couches."

Spencer hurriedly nodded her head and rushed back through the people, smoothing down her frizzed hair when she saw the older man sitting with a coffee in his hand. "Professor Harst, hi."

"Hello Spencer," he nodded, looking to the brunette that sat across from him. "We'll finish this another time, yes?"

The nineteen year old's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, did I interrupt something? I thought we said six."

The other brunette that had been sitting stood up shaking her head, her dark eyes catching those of the younger girl that stood there. If only she knew that the one look made Spencer's breath catch in her throat. "No, it's my fault. I saw him sitting alone and thought I could talk to him about an essay I handed in," she smiled. "He's all yours."

Spencer gave a shaky nod of the head to the beautiful girl as she walked away.

"Ms. Hastings?"

"Right," she smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief as she sat down across from the English professor.

Twenty minutes later, the college freshman made her way back toward her friends who had found themselves seats near the windows in the front of the coffee house. "So what's up, guys?"

Hannah gestured to the stage with her coffee cup in hand. "There's a new singer here tonight. Aria said she's supposed to be good."

Spencer looked up to see the same brunette beauty holding a guitar on a stool, her hands coming up to fix the microphone before her. The Hastings girl bit back her smile, her eyes raking over her body dressed in black.

She was gorgeous.

"Hi everyone," the mystery girl smiled. "My name is Emily, and I'm new to Rosewood. I heard that this coffee house is pretty known for the singers who come on Saturday nights so I thought I'd try it out."

Spencer found herself straight out staring at the attractive brunette as she sang, not noticing the girls behind her staring and laughing at the look of fascination she had written on her face.

"You ok there, Spence?"

The genius girl faltered, her head turning to face her friends. "What? Yeah."

Aria smiled around her coffee cup. "You see something you like?"

Spencer glared at the shorter girl and stole the scone from her plate. "Yeah, this looks pretty good." She took a bite before putting it back on her friend's plate, wiping her hands on the napkin near her.

"I hate you," the brunette growled, taking the treat and hiding it behind her coffee cup.

"Go talk to her," the swimmer at the table suggested, taking a napkin from the pile in the center of the table. "She's cute."

Spencer swallowed the pastry in her mouth before taking a peek back at the singing girl, applauding along with the rest of the crowd when she hit her final note.

"Scared?"

"Scared of what?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

Hannah shrugged. "Of how pretty she is. Could be intimidating."

Spencer shook her head. "No."

"So go talk to her," Aria suggested. "Might want to hurry though. Em looks like she's ready to pounce."

Sending a quick glare to the girls around the table, Spencer collected her things. "Ok I'm leaving. You guys aren't fun anymore," she sighed, spinning around only to crash into the singer. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry."

Emily shook her head, picking up the guitar case that had fallen from her hand. "It's not a problem."

Spencer's lips thinned out as she casually nodded her head. "You were good," she smiled, gesturing to the microphone that was now being taken over by a twenty year old with his glasses ten times as big as his eyes. "Did you write that song?"

"No, actually an ex of mine did. She's majoring as a creative writer so I thought I'd have her write some stuff for me," the brunette smiled. "She's pretty good."

The Hastings girl could feel herself growing more and more nervous as the older girl stared intently into her eyes, gently traveling down her body as time grew older. "So um, do you go to Hollis?"

"Yeah," Emily nodded, walking over to the barista behind the counter to order a coffee to go. "I transferred from Oneonta over in New York. The music program here is a lot better."

"So you're majoring in guitar?"

Emily nodded, thanking the barista as she paid him. "I'm double majoring in vocals and guitar, and minoring in music law. What about you?"

Spencer shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a freshman, I'm doing all of my mandatory classes first. I start my classes for law next year."

"You wanna be a lawyer?"

"Yeah," the Hastings girl smiled, finding it interesting that they both ere going into common fields. "It's kind of a family business. Both of my parents are lawyers, and my sister just got her degree."

Emily pursed her lips, following the younger girl out into the snowing night. "So do you actually want to do it or is it just to please your parents?" The older girl turned around, smiling to the pretty girl who was trying to find the courage to keep talking to her. "Are you a virgin?"

Spencer's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Emily shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. "I don't know, you act like a virgin. It's a valid question."

"How exactly do I act like a virgin?"

"Nervous, arms folded over your chest like you're defending yourself and closing yourself off even though you were the one to talk first," the brown eyed girl shrugged. "Simple things."

Spencer scoffed, quickly unfolding her arms and letting one hand grasp the handle of her purse that hung from her shoulder. "Well I'm not a virgin."

Emily's eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Ok."

"Are you a virgin?" the younger girl challenged.

The brunette grinned, slowly backing away from the genius student. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she winked, walking down the street toward the college.

Spencer frowned as the older girl walked away, the snow gathering in her ebony hair as the weather grew colder.