𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

"𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊?" Spencer leaned over and whispered quietly. Alana smirked as she shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, Tarantino's narrative is kind of all over the place, but I think it kind of works. It feels like chaotic, considering the film is almost entirely out of order."

"Shush," someone in the row in front of them hissed, turning around in his seat to glare at Spencer. Alana narrowed her eyes at the guy, which quickly caused him to turn back around and focus on the movie. With Spencer finally back in town, they made last-minute arrangements to see a movie. Apparently there was some kind of event going on where they were playing all kinds of older movies, and somehow they ended up at a screening of Kill Bill. 

The irony was enough to make Alana giggle a little when Spencer first suggested it. 

"You're going to get us kicked out of here," Alana mused, her voice a quiet whisper. She cocked her head to the side and smirked at him. She reached over and placed her index finger over his lips to shush him, and he only grinned in response. For two people who enjoyed talking far too much, the movies didn't seem like a good idea for a date in hindsight. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"You don't want to watch the movie?" Spencer asked with raised eyebrows. Alana shrugged. She'd seen this movie a bunch of times, and if she was going to be on a date with Spencer, she'd have rather been able to actually speak to him. Sitting in a dark quiet theatre for hours wasn't her idea of a perfect date. She enjoyed actually being able to talk to him. "I've seen it a bunch," Alana assured him. After she first moved away from town, it was one of the only movies she'd watched as she imagined herself in the film, tracking down Corey so she could kill him. "I need some coffee in me before I fall asleep."

Spencer stood up from his seat and blindly reached for her hand, and she took it as he led her out of the theatre. "I can't believe that guy told you to shut up," Alana giggled. Still in her hands, she held the half-eaten bag of popcorn, and she had a bag of Skittles in her purse that she'd save for a rainy day. Alana hugged the popcorn bucket close to her chest and shoved handfuls inside as they walked outside. "I think dinner might have been a better idea," Spencer chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

"Next time then," Alana hummed. At the prospect of another date, Spencer seemed to be happy with himself. They'd been talking on the phone often, and this was only their second date but it felt like Alana knew more about him than she did most people. Although, with every phone call she took, she could feel Rhiannon getting closer and closer to a coronary event. But Alana was being careful with Spencer. She was always careful. 

"Next time insinuates a third date," Spencer pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her. "Am I growing on you, Alana Castillo?" He mused, and Alana shook her head, poking him in the ribs. The cold, icy exterior she had was always just a front. She always told herself that one day with the right person she'd defrost. Maybe Spencer was that person, or maybe he wasn't. But she was curious to find out. 

"I think that there's something very interesting about you, Spencer Reid," Alana admitted quietly. When they reached the coffee shop on the corner, Spencer opened the door for her and ushered her inside. When they approached the counter, Alana was both surprised and freaked out when he ordered her coffee from memory. He'd only heard her order the first time, on the day when they'd first met, and he still remembered it. "You remembered my coffee order," Alana pointed out. Now that she came to think of it, he had memorized her phone number that day when she'd given it to him. She didn't even need to write it down for him. 

"I remember everything," Spencer hummed. "I have an eidetic memory." Alana made a mental note to herself to keep her story in order. If she said anything contradicting to him, he'd remember it.