Spencer Reid stops by the café every morning same time, same order. But lately, there’s something or rather, someone disrupting his routine. You.

It starts with fleeting eye contact, the way your smile lingers a little longer when you hand him his coffee. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just coincidence. But then, one morning, instead of just thanking you, he hesitates.

"Um hey.." he hesitate "Would you... um... like to go out with me sometime?"