Eve was pretty psyched about the new book she just bought. She practically skipped to Java Jolt, the coffee shop she spent all of her free time at. Once in the shop, the intoxicating aroma of coffee beans immediately embraced her, and she sat in her usual seat in the corner. She was about ten pages in, when she was interrupted by a tall, skinny man carrying a leather messenger bag.
"Uh, hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but I noticed you were reading Charlotte Caine. I didn't think anyone still read any of her works." He carried himself as if talking to her made him uncomfortable.
"Oh, um, yeah. I'm a big fan of her." She carefully set the book down, being cautious as to not wrinkling any pages. "I didn't think anyone read her works either. It took me six months to track this book down. You have good taste, mister, um-"
"Oh, I'm sorry, pardon my bad manners." He reached out his hand, and shook hers awkwardly. "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. But uh, you don't have to call me 'doctor.' 'Spencer' works just as well."
"Oh, well I'm impressed, Dr. Reid. It's not easy to find someone who appreciates good literature." This doctor was cute, and had a brain on his shoulders. Maybe Eve had finally found a guy worth talking to. "Well I'm Evelyn, but my friends call me 'Eve'."
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Evelyn, but I have a meeting to get to at work." She smiled at the way he said her real name. He smiled back at her, half waved, and started to walk away.
Eve shifted in her seat uncomfortably, then called out after him, "Wait, that's it?"
He paused and turned around, confused. "Excuse me?"
"That's it, then," she said more matter-of-factly, than as a question. "You're going to take the time to come over and compliment my literary selection, make me think you're interested in me, and then just walk away? You're not even going to ask for my number?"
Spencer still seemed confused. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize—" he started tripping over his words, and then decided it was best to shut up. After about two seconds of awkward staring, he fumbled to take his phone out of his pocket. "So um, what's your- what's your phone number?"
When Spencer got to the meeting room, the team had already started.
"Well, look who decided to show up." Rossi said.
"I'm so sorry, guys. I uh, got caught up in something." He furrowed his brows, and took a seat.
"With what, a girl?" Morgan snickered, twirling a pen in his hands. The rest of the team chuckled.
"Actually, yeah." The giggling stopped.
There was about thirty seconds of quietness, while everyone stared at Spencer, trying to figure out whether he was bluffing or not. Emily finally broke the silence. "What, did you get a new dog?"
"Uh, no. I mean a living, breathing, human woman." Was it really that hard for them to believe he talked to a girl?
"Reid got himself a girlfriend?" Morgan said as if he were saying aliens ate his hamster.
"She's not a girlfriend. I just met a girl at a coffee shop. She was reading a good book, so I said something about it, and I tried to walk out, but she insisted I take her number."
"Oh, my sweet, you almost walked out without asking for her number?" Garcia put her hand over her heart.
Morgan grinned, and quietly laughed.
"But you got it, right?" Hotch added.
"Well yeah, she seemed pretty upset that I didn't ask her.
"Of course she was upset!" J.J. said as if he was an idiot. "You hit on a girl and don't ask for her number? That's a total blow to the self esteem."
"Look, can we not talk about this right now?" Spencer silently prayed the focus would be taken off of him and onto the UnSub they were looking for.
"Reid's right. We have work to do." Hotch switched the focus back on Garcia, who was briefing the team.