paint and literature ♡ [spencer reid]

part 8- coffee

Lacy felt refreshed, even though she only slept for a few hours.

Waking up to the realization that she was about to go on a kind of, maybe, sort of date with her neighbour was something she had thought of but, never actually envisioned happening.

Spencer woke up in a daze. Typically when he wakes after a long case, especially one as personal as the last, he would sit and start at the ceiling for a while, thinking about the events that unfolded. He would spend quite some time thinking and contemplating the reality of the cases he endured, all to prepare to move into the next one. Except this morning, his typical daze was cleared by the immediate thought of his actions the night before.

"You should go to bed. I'll be going to get coffee at let's say, eleven o'clock tomorrow?

Being astounded by his level of confidence, Spencer got up and prepared for the day, knowing that any preparation he could muster in an attempt not to make a fool out of himself would be worth it.

While Lacy got ready, she checked orders and commissions, planning her day around them. She needed to bake two cakes that evening, ice them the next day and deliver them the day after that. Her past life as a prosecutor gave her the habit of needing a plan to go on. She knew she had some commission work due by the end of the week and allowed herself to think through the best possible plan as she found a white linen dress in her closet that had been tucked away since last summer.

The unusually hot March led her to open every single window in her apartment before getting ready to leave. She wasn't aware of the protocol for this, does she leave and hope she meets her neighbour in the hallway? Does she wait for him to come to collect her?

Instead of being reasonable in any regard, Lacy stood right against her front door, being careful not to lean against the mirror she had hung there and watched her small golden watch, waiting for the exact moment eleven o'clock struck. When it did, to nearly the second, she flew her door open and nearly jumped out of her skin with the jumpscare she received.

"Oh my god, I did not know you were there." She tried to catch her breath, looking up at the man with his hand still in place, it looked like he was waiting for the door to close back over so he would complete his knocking action.

In truth, Spencer wasn't aware of the protocol for this either. He decided it was best to wait, until the second it turned eleven, to knock and ask his neighbour if she was ready to go.

"Good morning, sorry about that," He nervously shuffled, and she laughed. It put him immediately at ease until she gave him a confused look.

"You're in a cardigan?" She asked, looking down at his green cardigan and beige trousers ensemble.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" He was so nervous, that he felt as though he had made a mistake without even leaving the doorway of her apartment.

"It might be for you, it's like a billion degrees outside." She smiled, her joke easing his mood once again.

"I'll take my chances, come on let's go," He smiled as she closed her door over, locking it behind her. "I like your dress."

"Thank you, I'm embracing the hot weather. I think if I dress for it, the sun will come."

They headed out of the building together, walking along the paths that the sun did indeed choose to shine on. It was like a sense of joy which followed the pair along their walk, through the busy city until eventually the paths wound up in front of their regular coffee house.