Reid picked up his coffee mug by the handle, wincing as his knuckle brushed the hot cup. He carefully folded the corner of the page over as not to lose his place in the book he was reading (Romeo and Juliet), then grabbed a napkin and adjusted his grip so that he held the mug with two hands, letting warmth seep through the napkin and reach his palms. He took a shaky sip, wary of the hot liquid that could so easily burn his tongue.
And it did just that, and Spencer silently cursed his stupidity as his hands shook and three drops rolled down the side and burnt the skin between his thumb and forefinger. This caused the young agent to wince once more, putting the mug down before he could get burnt again.
Spencer took a moment to wipe his hand clean of sugared coffee with another napkin, but mentally slapped himself when he realized that he'd set the coffee down on page 198 of his beloved Shakespeare book. He lifted the cup and set it on a nearby table, then grabbed the third napkin he'd used within 30 seconds (new record), and gingerly rubbed away most of the ring the bottom of the mug had left, but rubbed too hard, and the paper feathered.
"Crud." He muttered, before shoving his book into his bag, picking up his mug - Careful to touch only the handle, and shuffling out the door.
From another table, hidden by a rather large women, Derek watched the young agent, shaking with suppressed laughter. "The kid can't even swear." Derek thought.
Then he walked home, wondering if Reid lived close to the café. "He has too, or why else would he be here? Derek thought, resolving to ask Spencer the next day at work. And maybe the topic of Reid's public display of clumsiness would come up. Morgan smiled at this. Oh how Reid would blush.