Reed Richards didn't just take people in. He studied them.

Not just physical attributes like height, weight, hair color, eye color, and clothing, but small details that most people didn't even notice. The way someone shook hands, how they behaved. Reed analyzed unconscious body language, could tell if someone was nervous or cheerful. He didn't always understand it, but he absorbed every piece of information and meticulously cataloged it. It was almost uncanny how he instantly knew if someone was tired or ill, if they had a drinking problem, or when they had last been laid.

For him, these were facts, pieces of information that swirled around in his mind at inhuman speed, forming a picture. You never knew what Mr. Fantastic was thinking about you.

And that's how it was for you. You stood before him. Reed had only glanced at you briefly when you entered his laboratory and then gone back to his calculations and equations. He murmured numbers and variables under his breath. The smartest man alive seemed aloof, almost arrogant. But that was simply his way. He knew you were there, had already analysed you before you could even mutter a shy "Hello, Mr Richards.".

Eventually, he focused his attention on you, brown eyes moving over you in a way that made you feel like a paramecium under the microscope.

"You must be my 3 PM appointment." He said, voice smooth and yet detached at the same time.