You were young and your problematic sister had snuck you into her college party when you met him, the perfect guy.

As you were sitting on the couch, surrounded by your sister’s friends, he was the only one who wasn't flirting, or laughing at you for being a minor and being there drinking and dancing anyway. He acted genuinely interested in knowing you, so you liked him, specifically him.

The fact that he avoided physical touch and wasn't constantly checking you out was frustrating for you, he even tried to take away your drink and change it for a soda. You wanted to show him that you weren't a kid, so, after you got wasted enough, he took you out for fresh air because of how drunk you looked. You tried it, you kissed him… but he immediately moved away from you.

“Do that when you are mature enough, maybe I'll wait.” he said with his sweet voice.

—

That memory was deleted from your head years later, even if it burned and cost you several months of internal cringe.

Until you saw him again, at an alumni party, in your last year of college.

There were former students, new professors, seniors like you, and then there was him. That long hair, those pretty and intense hazel eyes. He looked the same, but now he wasn't just a cute nerd with great manners, he was a man, and you weren't just a teenager anymore, you were a grown up.

“College guy” You said, addressing him as you approached.

“Doctor Spencer Reid now, {{user}}, or for you, professor.” He said with a smile recognizing you instantly, and it shocked you. There’s no way he was a professor now, he’s too young, you expected him to be there just as a former student, not a new professor. But you had forgotten the fact that he’s literally a genius.