peace . spencer reid

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Mary Prescott stood impatiently at the local coffee shop that her boss specifically asked her to visit, checking her watch intermittently as she awaited her order. Mary was sure if she explained to her boss that they were late due to the strange request to "try something new" there would be no penalization, but that does not mean that she likes showing up to her job late. Just because her boss was lenient and understanding does not mean that Mary's standards for herself were the any lower. 

Checking her watch again as she tapped her foot she heard the barista raise their voice for the cafe to hear, "Mary?" the barista called.

"That's me!" Mary called back, raising her hand in a point over the crowd and shuffling through the small crowd waiting for their own morning beverages.

Once she finally reached where her drinks were resting she noticed a young man was picking up his drinks as well, what looked like a tray of coffees. Before she had time to react, the man turned quickly, crashing into Mary, and subsequently spilling four steaming hot coffee's onto her blue turtleneck. 

"Holy-" Mary cried out as the scorching beverages landed on her sweater, watching as it stained a dark brown, a frown growing on her face. 

The man's eyes grew to the size of saucers, horror taking over his features, "I am so sorry, shit. I am so sorry, I really didn't mean," he trailed off, placing his tray on the counter and running his hands through his hair in stress. 

Mary scrunched up her features and lifted one hand to her forehead and rested the other on her hip, trying not to scream, or cry, or something. She took a sharp breath through her nostrils, "It's fine," she whispered, "happens."

"I feel so horrible, please let me buy your coffees, or, or reimburse you for the sweater," he rambled, clearly unaware of how to rectify his mistake. 

"It's really fine, I just, I have to go to work and," Mary looked down at her stained sweater and cringed. "I think the only thing that would help was if you had an extra shirt," she half heartedly joked, her voice laced with defeat. 

"I do," the man said suddenly.

Mary furrowed her brows and looked up at the man, finally getting a chance to get a proper look at the person who had managed to derail her already rushed morning. He was young, not younger than her, probably around 24, and he was handsome. Mary did not appreciate that fact, she did not want her ruined morning to be a meet cute, she wished he didn't have such kind eyes so she could take out her stress by imagining punching him on the rest of her commute to work. Now she'd feel bad, like kicking a puppy. 

"You do?" Mary questioned, clearly baffled by his response. 

He nodded, pulling forward his duffle bag, "Yes, I uh, have my go-bag with me. It probably won't fit you, but it's better than nothing," he spoke quickly as he dug through the bag, lifting out a purple cable knit sweater.

Mary looked at the man suspiciously, "I was mostly kidding, are you sure?"

"Yes!" the man basically shouted before catching himself and calming down a bit, "yes, I am so sorry, if this will help it's no problem at all, here." He took out a note pad and scribbled something on it, "Wear it to work and then when you're done call me and we can meet back here, it's no problem, have a good day. I'm so sorry." Handing Mary the note the young man turned to grab the coffee's that the barista's had remade him within the time he spent speaking to Mary and pushed through the crowd to run out of the cafe. 

Mary stood stupefied, holding the purple sweater in her hands. She furrowed her brows for a moment before lifting the note on top of the sweater up in order to read what the man had written.

Here's my number. SO SORRY!!! Spencer.