As I pull my cream colored skirt over my butt and begin to tuck in my sweater, I take a deep breath. I've never been as nervous for a date as I am for this one. I'm normally pretty anti-social so it was odd that I was able to talk to Spencer as easily as I did.
I look back in the mirror to check my outfit and make sure I look nice. I am wearing a large fitted white sweater with a light purple vest over it and a pleated cream colored skirt. I've also paired the outfit with my favorite brand of boots, Doc Martins, combat style. My hair is thrown into a messy bun that looks effortless but in reality took about a hour to do. My makeup is done in a natural tone and I have on my favorite pair of glasses, they are wide rimmed and a dark brown color with flakes of lighter brown and a subtle gold in them.
If I'm being honest, I think I look really nice. I hope Spencer likes my style, and I think he will, because other guys have laughed in my face and told me I look like a dork. I've always had that problem.
With that final check, I grab my purse to head out.
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The coffee shop we agreed to meet at is just down the street from my apartment so I'm just going to walk there. I'm a little early so I walk inside and sit down to speak with the owner of the shop. I'm a regular here so we've gotten to know each other pretty well over the past couple of years.
"Y/n! How are you doing my friend!" he greets me with a kiss on the hand.
The owner, Louise, is an old french man who has such a kind heart.
"I'm pretty good Louise, how are you?"
"I am well. Not to be rude mademoiselle, but why are you here? You don't usually come on Saturdays."
"Well actually I have a date today and we agreed to meet here." I answer with a grin
"At 8am? On a Saturday? Who is this mystery man and why have I not been told about him?"
"You haven't been told about him because I just met him a few days ago and I barley know him."
"What is his name?"
"Actually I met him here although we didn't talk that time. His name is Spencer Reid."
As the last sentence leaves my mouth I hear the familiar chime of the door opening and turn to see Spencer. He smiles at Louise and then stares at me. He is dressed in a light green sweater with the white collar of a button up shirt peeking over the neck. His sweater is tucked into a pair of brown and tan plaid pants that are kind of loose and held up with a dark brown belt. The pants are gathered at the bottom where they meet the top of his lace up boots. He is also wearing a camel brown chesterfield coat.
"I was wondering when you two kids would find each other!" Louise exclaims.
Spencer is finally able to tear his line of sight off of me and redirect it to the old man cleaning cups behind the counter.
"Why didn't you tell me about her sooner Louise?" he questions.
"I've been waiting for you to to find your way to each other." he looks towards me and continues "Spencer is another regular of mine."
"Well you should have introduced us then, I don't think either of us would have minded." I laugh as I look at Spencer.
He looks at me and says "I know I wouldn't have. We should order now though shouldn't we?"
"Sounds good to me"
We order and sit down at a table in the corner. Louise brings out a small glass with a little rose in it and sets it in the middle of the table. We laugh about how he seems to be just as invested in this date as we are.
After a few minutes the morning flow of costumers start to trickle in so me and Spencer have a little more privacy from Louise but I can still feel those wrinkled eyes looking over at us every couple of minutes.
"So with the job you have you must travel a lot, where all have you been?"
"Work has brought me to every state in the U.S. other than Arkansas, Connecticut, Hawaii, New Hampshire, North Dakota, and Vermont." He rattles the names off without even thinking about it. He must see the surprised look on my face because he explains "I have a eidetic memory."
"That's where you remember everything you read and most of what you hear, correct?"
"Yes exactly." he laughs and looks down almost as if he's embarrassed
"What is it?" I asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong actually. Quite the opposite really. I don't know there's just something about you. Your intelligent and your beautiful, great sense of style I might add. I meant to tell you that earlier but Louise started speaking with me. You really do look quite beautiful today. But that's not all. I don't even know you that well but, and I know, I know it sounds cliche but I feel like i have known you forever."
The heat began to rush to my cheeks. No one ever shows this much interest in me. I'm not the girl that people look for in a crowded room. I don't know anything of significance about the man sitting across from me yet I still feel such a strong attraction towards him and I think he feels the same for me.
"I feel the exact same way. I'm not sure why but I feel safe with you. You make me extremely comfortable."
We talk for about 30 more minutes and then we start to get up to leave and he tells me to grab my things and follow him.
"Where are we going? I thought we were just having coffee?" I ponder.
"You really thought I was gonna make you get up at 7 am on a Saturday just for coffee? You were right early, you don't know me very well yet."
We say our goodbyes to Louise and thank him and then we're on our way.
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Awakening
Fanfica stolen glance at a coffee shop, a covert look at a book signing, a long awaited conversation at a library. the man called spencer reid was astonishing to me. he showed me the hidden corridors within myself that not even i knew were there. i fell...
