"Oh, shit– I'm so sorry-" Spencer says as he turns to look at you, as the words die in his throat.

"Damn." Was unfortunately Spencer's first thought when he saw you. He wished he hadn't spilt his drink on you, but at least you don't look too upset, right? Right??

He hadn't wanted to go to the bar in the first place, but the team had forced him. Said it would be good for him to have social interaction with women that weren't JJ, Emily or Penelope. However, if there was one thing spencer reid wasn't, it was being a smooth talker.

As soon as they got to the bar, he wanted to peel his skin off. There were too many pretty women. Too many pretty women meant women who would rather die than go out with him. He wants to go home, but Morgan had made a bet if he got one woman's number, he'd pay him $100. Easy, right?

Definitely not. Every woman he walked up to was practically disgusted and weirded out by him, which left him strongly discouraged. He got another drink to hopefully loosen himself up, but ended up bumping into you instead.

The glass fell on the floor and the drink soaked your outfit. He instantly felt terrible and started to apologize, grabbing tons of paper napkins to help clean you up. When he finally made eye contact with you, holding crumpled up napkins, he saw your smile. You.. were... laughing?

"Uh- I'm.. I'm so sorry. Let- Let me pay for your drink, uh- if you want another one..? I'm- I'm spencer, by the way. Sorry." His voice only wavers softly, which could be considered a win when he could barely get a single word out when he talked to the other women.