Spencer Reid walked into the Starbucks, like he did every morning before going to into work. The room was warm, and slightly loud from all the drink makers and people sitting in the chairs gathered around tables. He walked up to the counter, ordered a large coffee, like he always did, and waited for it to be made. He turned away from the counter and stared out of the glass door. The streets were busy due to it being early and everyone on their way to work. He heard his order being called, signaling it was done.
He turned around, and walked straight into someone. He looked down at the victim of his clumsiness. It was a short red haired girl. She had spilt coffee all down her front, due to the collision. He quickly grabbed the nearest napkins. He went to whip it off, but then realized this girl wouldn't like him touching her chest. He pulled back shyly. The girl reached up and took the napkins and whipped all the coffee she could from her shirt.
"I am so sorry," Spencer apologized quickly.
"It's fine, really." She tried to reassure him, but she sounded irritated.
"Let me buy you other coffee," He said
"No it's fine!" She tried to stop him, but he was already ordering it for her.
A few minutes past and he gave her the new coffee.
"I am sorry, I should be more careful…" He stammered.
"It's fine, really! No harm, no foul. Right?" She said with a little grin on her face.
He looked down at her. He only ran into her because she was very short. He didn't see her due to his 6'1" frame, and her, what looked like, 5'2" frame. He really looked at her face this time. Her hair was bright red. Not like ginger, but like poppy red. She had a nose piercing in, and bright blue eyes. She had a soft smile on her face, and freckles across her noise you could only see if you were really close. She was wearing black pants, and a Led Zeppelin shirt. Spencer smiled.
"You like Led Zeppelin?" He asked grinning a little.
"Yeah, I do. You a fan?" She asked innocently, looking up into his eyes.
"I actually am," He stated almost proudly, smiling.
She smiled back.
"I'm Spencer, um, Spencer Reid." He held out his hand, which she slowly shook.
"Caitlin Taylor," She said.
"Do you have to be any where?" She asked him.
"No ,I don't have to be anywhere." He said, causing a smile to break out over her face.
"Good." She said.
And with that she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a table, taking a seat.
"Sit." She gestured to the empty chair across from her. Spencer obliged.
"What other bands do you like?" She asked.
And with that they started talking about everything. Music, movies, books, a few personal stories, they were having a great time. Spencer's phone rang. He pulled it out of his coat pocket.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Morgan's voice asked quickly from the other end.
"Sorry, I'm on my way. I'll be there in a few minutes." Spencer said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Caitlin's smile drop a little. He closed the phone and quickly shoved it in his pocket.
"I have to leave, sorry." He said looking up at her.
"Okay." She said, she was still looking down.
"Um, I don't do this often, but would you like to, maybe, go out to dinner tomorrow night, if you want that is, you don't have to, I mean…" He stammered nervously and kept his gaze to the floor. He looked up quickly. She was smiling.
"I'd love to." She said smiling.
"Great," He said, very relieved.
She pulled out a pen and pulled his arm towards her.
"Here," She said, and quickly started to write her phone number down on his arm.
"Call me later," She stated before standing up.
"It was great meeting you Spencer, I'll see you tomorrow," She smiled, and then turned and walked out of the door.
He looked down at his arm.
'Seven digits, it's a start.' He thought to himself.
It seemed almost impossible that a girl like her would even give the time of day to a guy like him. He grabbed his stuff and quickly headed to work, which he was already an hour late for.