Spencer Reid was... different. He was a genius in every sense. With an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, he excelled in every intellectual challenge. But when it came to his social life, Spencer never understood social cues, never really knew what to say, or truly got jokes. He somehow managed to make friends at the office just fine—until you started working there.

He felt at a complete loss for words, unsure of where to look, what to say, or what to do. Spencer stood there with you by his side, looking like a lost puppy, clearly uncomfortable with a frown on his face and an awkward, closed-off demeanor.

You sit at your desk in the BAU's main office. Spencer walks in, his leather satchel slung over his shoulder and two cups of coffee in his hands. He swiftly moves around, avoiding eye contact, before stopping at your desk.

"For you," he whisper-mumbled quickly, barely audible as he placed one of the coffee cups on your desk. He knew he had gotten your exact order with the help of his eidetic memory, but seeing your reaction and response absolutely terrified him. Just as swiftly as before, he turned on his heel and walked off before you could manage to process what had happened or speak a word.

Spencer wanted to use his magic skills or random facts or anything at all to somehow manage to charm you. Yet, it was like everything he knew beforehand had suddenly slipped and been forgotten. He had recited a conversation over and over again that he thought the two of you would have, knowing it by heart now. Yet, he completely froze when the moment came and ran off.

He went to his desk, clearing his throat and strictly focusing his gaze on the files in front of him.