countless encounters || spencer reid

e i g h t e e n // happiness

A/N
Is anybody even still reading this? lol

Charlie notices Violet's phone vibrate and light up on the table he was sitting at at the café.

He tries to ignore it, deciding to wait for Violet to check the notification herself when she would get off for her lunch break. That's why he is here anyway- they always spend their luch breaks together ever since having met at uni.

He would have to get back to the office of the fastidious architect he is working for in about an hour, which was more time than he needed to finish the croissant and the coffee that were standing in front of him on the table- not that he was complaining.

He turns to look out of the old-fashioned window that had fog resting on its corners, observing the light rain that was slowly falling from the grey sky. In his head, he goes over the latest sketches and the model of the building he had carefully constructed and which he would have to present after the break.

Violet's phone rings yet again and due to her receiving multiple messages at once her phone is vibrating non-stop which results in Charlie loosing his train of thought.

He looks over to Violet, wanting to call her over which proved to not be possible as she is serving what he hopes would be her last customers before she would really start her break, her tomato-mozzarella sandwich and bottle of water laying abandoned on the table opposite of Charlie's plate and mug.

She looks exhausted and lately she was holding herself distanced to her friend which was something not before known to Charlie. He always understands when she has one of her streaks of inspiration that could last for days when it came to writing and he usually would bring her food and remind her to take a little break which she usually just ignored but lately she didn't respond to his calls or let him in, well- not that he could remember, other than a week ago when he woke up at her place. He thought maybe she needed a bit of time because of Alex, but he wasn't sure as she didn't tell him. They usually told each other everything.

Bringing his chair a bit closer to the table and extending an arm, he is about to take another sip of his coffee, not wanting to start eating without Violet, when her phone rings yet again.

He goes against his better judgement and grabs it, flipping it so that the screen was facing him instead of the mahogany table now, his eyes flicking over the messages his friend received.

His eyebrows lift to what feels like his hair line as he reads the many short messages and the name of the contact they were coming from.

Charlie suspected that Spencer liked Violet ever since the party, his face had been flushed as he had looked at her and his pupils always dilated slightly when she smiled at him. But he was disappointed that no one told him about 'the thing' that supposedly happened and for which Spencer is now apologising.

The phone in his hand buzzes yet again and he is about to scroll up when Violet appears towering in front of him, standing in front of his chair. She puts the salad Charlie always has as well next to the plate his cream-cheese filled croissant is on, the plastic bowl making a slight crackling sound when it meets the hard wooden surface of the table.

She tries to take the device out of his hand but Charlie holds it down behind his back so that she wouldn't be able to reach it. He grins at her and she scrunches up her eyebrows, taking on the chair opposite of him.

"Could you please give me back my phone, Charlie?" She pouts.

"Tell me what exactly happened first so that I can process everything I just read!" He smiles and she tilts her head to the side.