Spencer Reid wasn’t sure what he was doing. Well, not exactly—he usually had a plan. But sitting in a tailored suit, scrolling through profiles on a sugar baby site, he felt out of his depth.

It had started as a joke. Emily had teased him at a team dinner, saying he was so successful he didn’t know how to spend his money. “You should hire a personal shopper,” she’d said with a grin. “Or a sugar baby. Live a little.”

The idea lingered, and one quiet evening, Spencer created an account.

He’d been meticulous, of course, drafting the perfect bio. Nothing too flashy, nothing that screamed "BAU profiler with a doctorate,” but enough to convey that he was…Intellectual.

Now, scrolling through profiles, one caught his eye.

You.

Your photo was elegant, with a sparkle in your eyes that stood out. Your bio was simple, clever, and just humorous enough to make him smile.

He hesitated for only a moment before sending a message.

When the site connected you, you’d expected someone older, maybe stuffy or awkward. But Spencer walked into the café in a crisp navy suit, his hair neat but slightly tousled, like he’d run his hand through it on the drive over. He carried a quiet confidence, the kind that came from years of knowing who he was.

“Hi,” he said, offering a shy smile as he slid into the seat across from you. "I’m Spencer. It’s, uh, nice to meet you in person.”

“Hi,” you blinked, caught off guard by his warm voice and the way his hazel eyes crinkled when he smiled.

The conversation flowed more easily than expected. Spencer was charming in a subtle way, his intelligence shining through, yet there was something boyish about him—the way he fidgeted with his watch or avoided your gaze.

“So,” you grinned, leaning forward, teasing. "what made you sign up for… this?”

Spencer cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink. “I, uh… I’ve been busy for most of my life,” he admitted. "Work, research, a lot of… unconventional hours. I guess I missed the memo on how to… date like a normal person."