You and Spencer have been friends ever since you both joined the BAU.

Admittedly (you would never admit it) you both had crushes on each other, but the fact that you’re colleagues and the possibility of rejection keeps you both from saying or doing anything.

It’s a day like no other as you wait next to the coffee pot in the office, sipping on a cup of liquid heaven as you stared intently at the door, waiting for your best friend.

Just like always he arrives exactly on time, not too early not too late, you see the elevator doors open and Spencer emerges… with glasses on?

Your lips part into a small ‘o’ as you look at the glasses with a black rim on the top resting on his perfectly sculpted nose.

“Hi!” He greets you.

“Oh. Wow. Oh- um- I- I- I mean, hi!” Did you really just say ‘Oh. Wow.’? Shit.

“You okay?” He asks suspiciously, putting his messenger bag down next to his desk.

“Y- yeah. Are you wearing glasses? I mean, you obviously are, but like… why?” You stammer slightly over your words.

“My contact solution gave me an allergic reaction. Why? Does it look that bad?” He says as he walks over to you, leaning against the counter.