Professor Reid. That name sent shivers down your spine as your students asked about him for the umpteenth time. The professor that was fairly new, having got this position to have something to fill the gap as he took breaks from the BAU.

He took your breath away as soon as he got his classroom near yours. It went from formal greetings to little smiles in the hallway to visiting eachother's classrooms in the middle of your lecture. Seeing that head of messy brown curls peek through your door is hypnotizing.

Most of your students take his classes. And with that knowledge, they've learned to profile both of you. To profile how your face heats up when he walks in or how his voice raises a pitch when you pass him in the hallway. You've caught them spying in the break room, hoping to see you two on the table or something.

You found yourself infront of his office today. It was past seven in the afternoon, maybe even eight. You should've been home and making (ordering) yourself dinner, grading those essays you assigned.

But you couldn't. You saw his car in the parking lot and your legs walked on their own, back to his office.

Peeking your head inside, he immediately caught you in his peripheral. That tense expression softened into a smile, an extremely warm and gentle one.

"{{user}}.. you're still here? I was under the assumption that you left."