Where did this come from? I have no idea. I was just curious and this came out :3 One thing I learnt was that it's always easier to write OCs, though.

Enjoy!

Word count: 512

(16/11/17)

"Uh. Hi," Spencer Reid cleared his throat to get the attention of the brunette manning the coffee counter. At the sound of his voice, she jumped, startled and shot him a sheepish smile.

"Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting," she said, turning to give him her full attention. "Can I have your order?"

Spencer smiled awkwardly at her. She- Sam, by her nametag- was new. It had taken him quite some time to get used to Mr. Bob, the previous barista and just as he had felt comfortable in his presence, a new one shows up. It was just his luck wasn't it?

"Can I have a large caramel latte with a shot of vanilla, please?"

"Sure, give me a second."

With a large smile, Sam turned to make his daily dose of caffeine. While she was busy preparing his drink, he plucked up the courage to ask her something that had been pressing on his mind since he had entered the cafe.

"Um, sorry but, where is Mr. Bob?" he blurted out, cheeks flushing slightly.

Sam tilted her head, "Old Bob? He's gone back to his family home down south, something about wanting to spend time with his family."

"Oh," Spencer didn't quite know how to reply to that so he just went back to silently waiting for his drink to be done.

But it seemed like his barista had other ideas.

"Did you know him well?" she asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah, fairly well. I've been coming here for a couple years now," Spencer replied, nervously tucking a strand of unruly hair behind his hair. It was getting long now, he quite liked it. It gave him something to fiddle with during times like this. All his cuffs were long worn out and he didn't think he could get away with digging his nails into his fingers anymore. So hair it was.

"Oh," Sam cocked her head to the side. "That's interesting. I'm Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam."

"Uh, H-Hi Sam, I'm Spencer. Spencer Reid," Spencer introduced himself hesitantly. Meeting new people was never his forte, he felt quite out of his element.

A slow smile spread across Sam's face as she regarded Spencer curiously. Instead of saying something, however, she just finished up his latte, placed the cap on it and wrapping it in a tissue, handed it to him.

As Spencer took it from her hands, her fingers brushed against him and he could have sworn he had felt her rubbing her index finger against his.

But of course, It couldn't actually have happened. Right?

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Spencer," Sam said, biting her lip. "I hope I'll see you again?"

The way she said it, it was more a question than a statement.

"Uh-Ah, yes, probably," Spencer replied quickly, slightly stumbling over his words. "Thanks-Ah, for the coffee!"

Sam just smiled at him, and when he exited through the door, he could have sworn she had winked at him when he had looked back for just a second.

He must have imagined it.