"Marceline Lyra Salden, at your service."
"Spencer Reid," he says, "Detective Spencer Reid, actually. At yours."
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+Spencer Reid X OC
A weary detective strides into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the patrons...
Something's out of place at the bar. Maybe it's just the way Spencer's arranged the chairs on the tables, but now a piece of paper sticks out from under one, stark in the darkness.
She double-takes at the chair, noticing it. Licking her lips and putting the cup down, she walks over to the chair and bends down. She lifted the chair off the paper and grabbed it, reading it.
My dearest Marcie,
Please open the door.
Yours,
Spencer.
The handwriting is neat and cursive, the ink a familiar deep red.
A knock comes at the bar door.
She smiles at this, blushes even. She immediately heads towards to door, unlocking it.
There stands Spencer in the tidiest of three-piece suits, holding a big bouquet of roses in his arms. The street behind him is covered in impenetrable fog.
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"Hey," he says, casual, poking his head in to look around the bar.
"Hi."She couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Oh come in! It must be freezing out." He steps in and she closes and locks the door.
"Spencer.. what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for our date, of course," he says, tilting his head. He looks at a table in the middle of the bar, with two seats, a candle, and an empty flower vase.
"our date?" she looked at her attire."Detective if I had known we were going on a date, I wouldn't be dressed in my night gown."She laughs.
He hands you the roses.
At the corner of the bar, the band, which is there, has been there all night waiting for their cue, begins to play something slow.
Spencer heads to the table to pull out a chair for you. "Did you know that roses can only be red if they grow over a grave? I picked all these myself."
She noticed the band playing music, and couldn't help but blush. "you did this for me?"
"Of course," he says. "And I think you look nice. We don't have to be fancy to have a good time."
Before taking his own seat, he goes to fetch something from behind the counter. He gets to the table holding two perfect slices of sponge cake, the cream layer and frosting sprinkled with berries.
When he sits down, he grabs Marcie's hands in his.
"You are so very beautiful."
"When did you even have time to prepare all this? When you rejected my advances?" she laughed. "I'm honestly very confused, Spencer."
He laughs.
"Please forgive me. I work so much, I've never been with a woman before. I am so shy that I cannot even look at you if your shirt gets wet. Everything about my life is sad and lonely."
