It was a calm Saturday afternoon, and Spencer Reid was fully enjoying himself. He was sitting in his apartment, feet up on his couch reading a new book on theoretical physics, as the spring breeze blew in through his wide open window. It was his idea of a perfect afternoon.
He was deep into his book when suddenly his concentration started to falter as a loud noise interrupted the peace in his living room. Looking around he knew nothing in his home was making that noise so he looked for an outside source. Putting down his book he walked to the window and looked out. He instantly spotted the origin of the noise. For years when Spencer looked out his living room window he would look across the alley and see a drawn pair of curtains, covering the two closed windows of his neighbors' own living room from him, but today there was something different. The curtains were gone and one of the windows was wide open, an old stereo sitting next to it blaring music. Spencer normally would have simply closed his window in an attempt to muffle the sound but the other window caught his attention, in it stood a girl roughly his age, dancing as she painted the panes of glass in the window.
It was an odd sight to say the least and Spencer soon found himself staring as the girl did a twirl then quickly went back to painting, still moving her hips in time with the music. When he realized that he was staring he went to tear his eyes away but it was too late, the girl had already seen him. Expecting her to throw him a look of disgust and possibly scream at him from the other window he was shocked to see her smile and wave.
Purely out of habit Spencer waved back.
The girl quickly dipped her paintbrush back into her paints and on a free spot of her window began to write backwards.
Though it was backwards to her, Spencer could read it clearly. 'Sorry, is the music too loud?'
Spencer momentarily wondered why she didn't just ask out loud before registering the actual distance between their apartments. In order for him to hear her she would have had to yell, nearly at the top of her lungs.
Spencer just shook his head.
The girl just smiled at him and went back to her work.
Forgetting to shut the window Spencer went back to his couch to read. He noticed the volume of the music went down, blending in as background noise, along with the cars and the breeze.
Spencer was in the kitchen cooking dinner when the music stopped all together. Always curious he went over to his window. The girl was gone and both of the windows were now closed. At some point the girl had switched windows. The one she had been working on was covered in a bad copy of a Van Gogh, the other had flowers at the bottom and at the top surrounded by a painted frame it read 'It was nice to meet you'.
Spencer gave the windows a curious look before heading back into his kitchen to finish making his dinner.