She looks through the second floor window of her apartment, there's no heat in this place. It's a cold rainy day, despite the timing of the year, June. Her birthday was coming up soon, in two weeks to be exact, and she had been debating on whether or not to throw herself a party, to he it seemed so narcissistic. Just the image of her handing out invitations and telling people it would be great made her sick. Allegra Christoph was never a social person in the first place.
Soon, the small patter of the rain turned into lards pulses of water streaming down her window. Allegra who insisted on everyone calling her Ally struggled to close her door, and upon doing that she spotted a man, perhaps in his mid twenties open up a small black umbrella, the wind pushing him back. She felt bad for him, but there was no time to go and help, unless she wanted to jump off her balcony and break her foot.
The rain subsided later on in the day, Ally had realized this after she woke up from a short cat nap. Not minding the newly humid surroundings, she decided it would be a good time for a walk. She was always such a sunny person, bringing life to the faces of people who were sick in hospitals. That was her job, somewhat of an entertainer, but she never called herself that. She slipped on a red pair of flats and her iPod as she took the keys off the rack.
Meanwhile, the man who was recently outside had just closed his newly dried umbrella, his short brown hair still damp from the down pour. It was obscenely hot in his apartment, so he flung open the door ever so swiftly as he plopped down on his couch. Spencer Reid, a guy who wasn't too good with using his spare time, actually was relaxing. He'd convince himself that it was all needed.
Spencer was a slight oddball, and always was smarter than others got him into a truck load of trouble. He was never good with people. They'd always criticize him for being such a know it all, but it was the only way he could help, since he was never the strongest egg in the case. Time went by, show after show, movie after movie, and by the time he decided to get up, he had calculated that the time he'd spent sitting was four hours and two minutes.
It hit him suddenly, that on this rainy Sunday evening, he had forgotten to do his laundry. He glared at the television, then to the clock, praying that time would turn back.
"Uh oh..." he mumbled as he remembered that the laundry room closed at eleven at it was nine thirty.
The young doctor wheeled his laundry basket out into the hallway and lugged the soap with him. On the second floor, there was a laundry room, but it was recently out of service. So Spencer decided to go upstairs to the third floor.
From across the hall, he saw a woman, she had long brown hair, with straight bangs that covered up to her eyebrows. She was also carrying a laundry basket and getting into the elevator.
"Hold up!" the doctor pleads to her. She looks in his direction, making direct eye contact, he was then close enough to see blue eyes the shade of the sky on a good day.
She didn't seem to hear him. Spencer broke out into a quick stride, dragging the cart full of used shirts and socks with him.
One he caught up to the elevator, he has expected it to be closed, but instead, there the girl stood, her finger pressing idly on the Open Door button.
"Thanks." he sighed, out of breath.
"No problem," she said in a soft tone, "Which floor?"
"Um... Three."
"Oh! Me too."
"Why did you keep the door open for me? You don't even know me." Spencer said, watching the numbers pass by.
"I'm a bit of a claustrophobic... So I usually wait for someone to come along. I hate being in the elevator alone, it scares me to death." she sighed.
"Hm... Reminds me of someone." he reminisced, thinking of a past case.
"You know someone who's claustrophobic?" she asked him as the elevator doors opened.
"Well, let's just say it was a part of work." he laughed, beckoning for her to exit first.
"Oh really... Where do you happen to work?" she questioned, her laundry basket was being clutched by both hands and the soap was lying on top.
"For the Behavioral Analysis Unit, I -" he stopped in mid speech as she chuckled.
"Oh really... Do you happen to know Aaron Hotchner?"
"Yeah! He's a good friend of mine, actually." She smiled, her teeth were perfect, perhaps she had braces.
"He's my cousin." she laughed. She wondered how the world could be so small, maybe this man knew more people.
"That's incredible. What a small world." he said, repeating what she had just thought. I think we'll be friends... Thought Allegra.
As she opens the door to the laundry room, she hears a slight rumble.
"Aw, nuts." she says sadly, noticing the two washing machines were being used.
"I am not going on the fourth floor... Oh well, I guess I can break routine once." Spencer sighs.
"Well... You could always hand wash them..." Allegra suggested.
"I'm not too well with that kinda stuff... Being the klutz I am..." Spencer admitted, making her laugh.
"By the way, I'm Allegra Christoph. Call me Ally." she extended her hand, barely far enough for him to shake it.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Spencer Reid." he shakes her hand.
"I could... Help?" she offered, not knowing what to say.
"I'd like that..." he laughed, not knowing what he had gotten himself into.