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Aaron walked into the diner that was the highlight of this part of Vegas. Many people came into this diner with dates but he was alone. The man was clueless of the eyes watching the him with his skin tight black jeans, white tee shirt, and jean jacket. He sat down at the bar, taking off his black sunglasses, and ordered a strawberry milkshake. He flashed the pretty waitress that yook his order a charming smile that had her knees weak in the red pumps she wore.
That's when he saw a kid come in through the diner doors and run into the back. He had a helmet in his hand from the bike he assumed he rode to the diner. The clothes he had on were those of a professor that made him look cute and even younger if possible. Aaron figured that he worked here because he ran into the workplace behind tge counter. In not two minutes the swooning girl in the red pumps had left and was replaced by the kid.
He had a name tag that read S. REID, and was now wearing a red and white striped uniform shirt with black slacks that were held up above his waist by a leather belt. The shoes he wore were far from the red pumps, they were white tap shoes that had outlining red stripes. He carried out the strawberry milkshake and set it in front of Aaron.
"Sorry for the wait Sir."
"No problem," he glanced at the name tag. "Reid."
"You are definitely not from around here. I think most people around here know not to talk to the local freak." Spencer murmured before beginning to man the register.
"Yes but, I'd like to think that I would have given you a chance anyway. Plus you are just a harmless kid not a freak." The man with the jean jacket grinned behaving in a manner that would come off as strange for anyone who knew him.
"I'm twenty-four, and I think that would have been a very bold move of you Mr.?"
"Aaron. Aaron Hotchner." He informed, sipping the creamy sweet drink.
Spencer chuckled lightly, "Spencer Reid."
"So Spencer, would you mind if I took you out for a ride after you're shift? If that's not too bold."
The waiter flushed. "Umm, sure. But, really I tell you that people make an effort to avoid me and this is your course of action?" He rolled his eyes, "I am off at seven. Is that alright?"
Aaron stood up from his seat, "I like a challenge. And seven sounds perfect for me."
"See you then Mr. Hotchner." The twenty-four year old smiled, watching him walk out as the sun began to set signaling the fluorescent lights that were everywhere in Vegas to flicker on. "See you then."
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-Nico