countless encounters || spencer reid

s e v e n // secrets

It was a morning like every other, Spencer passed the familiar faces in the subway, sitting down when he spotted a free seat.

He watched in concentration how the door opened and closed, expecting Violet to show up.

Nearly a week had passed since he last time he saw her and every morning he wanted her to show up and sit down opposite him, like that other morning that seems to have been a long time ago now.

He decided to not get his hopes up since he expected to get disappointed again, like the last few cold mornings, in which his hands, that were still a little warm from the hot cup of coffee he drinks every morning at home, craving the next cup already, were hugged by the scratchy material of his gloves, that were the same colour as her beautiful eyes.

And when he outlined his own reflection with his covered fingers on the fogged up pane  after he had stared into the glass of the window beside his seat for some minutes,  smudging the fat lines before he had to get off, he thought about the few black words every minute.

Today, Reid decided, he wouldn't be as pathetic. He was going nuts. He had to do something about it, as soon as possible.

Spencer was quite glad about not having to go to work today. Free days were fine, he had wanted to go to the library again for a while but didn't have the time to due to his job.

He opened his mustard coloured satchel, mustering its content, before settling on a book about quantum physics, that he had already read a few times before.

Turning over page after page, he didn't notice someone sitting down next to him at first, but he looked up when he heard someone clearing their throat quietly.

"Hi.", she smiled, when his set of eyes met hers.

"Hi.", he said, getting nervous, "how are you?"

"I'm fine but," her rosy cheeks were touched by her scrawny fingers, "it's so cold outside.", she said. "How are you doing?"

"Good, thanks. ", He smiled.

She was as beautiful as always.

She wore her dark hair in big curls, and the oak-coloured pullover she wore made her skin look even paler. She wore her light brown jacket, unbuttoned, and her claret scarf again. This time, her black pants didn't have holes in them.

He noticed that she had only one earphone in her ear, the other one was draped around her neck, dangling downwards from her shoulder.

"May I?", Spencer asked, pointing towards it.

She nodded, grabbing it, and gave it to him, " I always just use the left one, anyway.", she smiled and shrugged her shoulders before moving a bit closer to his seat.

As soon as he plugged it in his ear, beautiful tones were draping over his thoughts like clouds and after a few seconds the soft voice of a woman began singing.

He felt her eyes mustering him when listening to the song but he didn't mind.
Spencer tried to concentrate on the words the singer wanted to deliver, hoping to get to know Violet better with the help of the song. Maybe he could gain some insight in how she was feeling, what she was thinking or dreaming about..