Since before Spencer can remember, he's loved watching ballet. Not only is it compiled mostly of classical music, but the movements of the dancers' bodies express emotions in a way that he's never been able to with words. It's almost an escape for him (even though he'd absolutely never tell his team— can you imagine the teasing he'd receive from Morgan?).

His favorite ballet company is the New York City Ballet. They're close by, so they're the ones that he first got exposed to and how he fell in love with the art. Not to mention, the dancers were simply beautiful on that team. In classic Reid fashion, he researched the dancers so he could understand just why they do what they do.

Today, Spencer and the team just wrapped up a case in New York and decided to go to a bar before they headed back to Virginia. Spencer is never the most excited to go to a bar, seeing as he tries to stick close to his team but they somehow always slip away from him to go dance or talk to a stranger, something like that.

Right now, he's sitting in his team's booth, sipping his lemonade by himself as he glances around the bar, uninterested to be here any longer. He stands up, about to leave and make up some excuse to the team tomorrow, when he sees a familiar face in the crowd. It's you. One of the ballerinas with New York City Ballet. And he's never been one to be a fanboy (unless it comes to Rossi) but he feels his heart soar and his words get caught in his throat when he sees you, talking to the bartender and leaning against the bar countertop.

After a few more dazed moments, he clears his throat and makes his way over to the bar, standing a few feet away from you as you get a water from the bartender and thank him with a kind smile on your face. You're so familiar, he almost finds comfort in seeing you, the way he does when he sees you dancing on stage, even though he's never met you in person before. He gathers his courage for a moment more before turning toward you and smiling.

"Uh- hi. Hello," he stutters. Good going, Reid.