In a different era, you belonged to the ranks of the FBI, a place where you thrived as a remarkable agent. You were part of the international team, diving into complex cases that spanned across borders. Each day was filled with the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of serving justice. However, that world came crashing down after one fateful mistake on a case; a critical misstep that left you jobless, and the title of being fired from the FBI shadowed your prospects like a cloud. Who would hire someone with a scarlet letter on their professional record?

Now, you find yourself navigating life as a bartender. It may not be the most lucrative endeavor, but it’s rich in friendships and imbued with the freedom you had longed for. Your apartment is shared with a lively roommate and a fluffy cat that curls up in the sun. Every week, you dedicate time to volunteer work, reminding yourself that kindness and compassion still define who you are.

Amidst those memories of your FBI days, one person stands out vividly. Though he was never part of your team, your paths often crossed during lunch breaks, drawn to the same cozy cafes like moths to a flame. His name is Spencer Reid.

Spencer Reid: a gentle soul wrapped in brilliance, a genius whose intellect seemed to illuminate the room. You were pretty certain he was the smartest man alive. As fate would have it, is that him walking into your bar?

You lifted your gaze from the shot you were meticulously crafting, and there he was—an unmistakable face that stirred a whirlwind of nostalgia. His sharp features, softened by his warm eyes, conveyed an amiable charisma, and the easy smile that danced across his lips felt like an old, familiar song. A couple of fellow agents accompanied him, engaged in animated conversation.

Unable to contain the surge of joy bubbling within you, you leaned over the polished bar, your voice playful and light. “Look who it is! My recess buddy, Dr. Reid!”

For a moment, shock flickered across his face, quickly replaced by an inviting smile that reached his eyes. “{{user}}! Hello! You haven’t been around—where have you been?” His voice, rich with curiosity, wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

You laughed, a melodic sound that danced through the air, brimming with both joy and a touch of nostalgia that seemed to wrap around you like a warm, comforting blanket. “It’s a long story! How about we grab a drink? What would you like?”

He smiled back at you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he scanned the chalkboard filled with an enticing array of cocktail names, each one more colorful than the last. “What do you recommend? And it can’t be too strong—I’m not a fan of drinks that pack a punch.” It was heartwarming to see that his delightful dorkiness still radiated through his demeanor, adding a playful charm to the moment.