Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 10

Spencer stirs awake, hazel eyes fluttering open softly. He notices you sitting up on the couch with a book in hand. You're curled up with the blanket he'd laid on you the night before.

"Good morning, sleepy head," you say softly with a slight chuckle, barely looking away from the book.

His cheeks burn pink in embarrassment as he attempts to fix his messy hair. Spencer looks at you for a moment, "I don't have very modern selections to read."

"It's okay, this is interesting." You flip the page of the book of old poetry, The Fisher King from the 1920's is printed on the worn paper of the book.

Spencer smiles a little, mostly to himself, and stands up from the couch. "I'm going to take shower. Do you want to maybe uh grab something to eat in a little bit?"

"Sure," you give him a little smile before he walks away from the living room with an awkward nod.

You continue reading, and you can hear the faint sounds of flowing water from the bathroom down the dimly lit hall.

He emerges back into the room about ten minutes later, dressed in a black button up with a dark grey cardigan over it, black dress pants, and purple converse that don't match the outfit at all, but somehow still works.

"Bathroom's all yours," Spencer says, then a look of awkward regret shows on his face.

You grab some clothes and things out of your suitcase and head to the restroom. After brushing your teeth and hair, you get dressed in a light grey sweater material long sleeved dress, thin black tights, and your black combat boots. You're sure you look pretty stupid, but you don't care at this point. You leave your hair down and walk out the door, putting your old clothes and toiletries back into your bag.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah," you say.

Spencer suggests walking since there's a cafe just a few blocks away from his apartment, you agree instantly regretting it because of the cold. It can't be any less than 50°, but you're used to southern heat. The chilly air tickles your legs, these practically see through tights are not helping anything.

Your boots make noice on the concrete and street as you walk beside Spencer. The walk is short but your mind and the cold air make it drag on. Finally, you reach the cafe, and Spencer leads you to the door. He opens it, and lets you go inside first.

The smell of coffee immediately overrides your senses, causing you to take a deep breath. You look around, not very many people are here. Two college aged ladies leave with coffee cups in hand as you and Spencer walk up to the counter, and an elderly couple sits at the front of the room near a window.

You order a blueberry muffin and a coffee with sugar, Spencer gets some french toast and a coffee as well. After Spencer pays, and you try to talk him into
letting you, you decide to sit at the back of the room where a bay window sits with a counter in front of it.

As you lead Spencer to the back of the cafe, you hear the elderly woman say, "What a pretty girl you've got there."

"Oh uh she's not-" Reid tries to stammer out a response.

"Thank you," you say with as sweet as a smile you can plaster on your face. It was a compliment, so you're not that mad to have to thank a stranger. "Sometimes explaining things is just not worth it."

Spencer nods, pursing his lips together. You sit at the bay window, the cushioned brown seat is fairly comfortable. Spencer slides in next to you, accidentally bumping your shoulder. He musters an apology, and you act like you don't mind a bit.