Morgan doesn't give it a second thought, really, that as he's waiting for his coffee at the shop after his shift someone walks up to him, confident and smiling, and says "Nice jacket."

And honestly he's pretty proud of his leather jacket; it's nice and he got it from his sister. So Morgan simply turns with ease and the man before him is tall and dressed for the wrong era. It works for him though and Morgan can honestly say he really doesn't expect such forwardness from this type of person so he responds with, "Nice sweater vest." And is shocked that he fully means it.

The man chances a smile and tucks his hair behind one ear before, seemingly, remembering himself and holding out the hand to Morgan. "Spencer Reid."

Morgan takes it, trying not to stare at Reid's long fingers. "Derek Morgan."

Reid's smile widens by just a fraction before he's pulling back and shifting his weight. "Do you want me to get us a table?"

It takes a moment for Morgan to do anything but stare at the kid before him, after all that was quite a bold move. He's still not used to the difference between Reid's appearance and his assertive personality. He's about to say something when Reid's face falls and he continues, "or not. That's fine."

But Morgan finds himself hastily backtracking. "No, I didn't mean- just make sure it's by the window, okay?"

The smile is back on Reid's face and he makes his way to the window to secure them a table.

They call his name and Morgan looks at his coffee figuring that a half hour impromptu drink date won't hurt. He finds Reid and sits down, fiddling with his cup. "What'd you get?" Morgan asks, gesturing to the to-go cup on the table in front of Reid.

Conversation, at first, is stilted and awkward and Morgan finds himself wondering what he'd gotten himself into until Reid starts to relax into his seat, not fully, but enough to start talking with his hands a little less, like he's not trying to divert attention away from himself.

Morgan doesn't even realize that they'd been there for almost three hours, caught in the comfortable way Reid uses his words to say exactly what he means, not more or less, and the way he finds himself open and receptive. It's nice. Still, Reid's significantly more interesting than most people he gets to talk to and they're about to get caught up in another conversation about Vonnegut when a traffic accident happens outside that plunges them back into a world that isn't comprised of just them and Morgan says, "What are the chances?" to which Reid responds with the statistic for just such an event. He spends the next few minutes shuffling a little uncomfortably, looking like he'd like to be anywhere but sitting across from Morgan.

"Approximately." Reid amends like he can't help it and Morgan just beams at him.

"Is that why you've been acting weird?"

The face Reid pulls should not bring the word adorable to anyone's mind yet it does in this instant. "You don't know how I act normally."

Morgan leans in close; more confident and feeling more at ease now, this he's used to. "No, but I am good with body language and the only time you've really relaxed was when you gave me a statistic like you were breathing."

If the flush colouring Reid's cheeks is anything to go by, he's not used to this sort of response when he flaunts his facts. "I can't tell if you're being insincere or if JJ just finally found a good one."

Morgan finds himself at the crossroads of elation and confusion. "JJ?" he decides to go with.

The look Reid gives him is calculating as if he's working on a puzzle. "Jennifer Jareau, blonde, about 5'5", set me up on another blind date against my wishes with someone who is obviously not you." At the end of his sentence Morgan can tell that Reid is slotting the last piece of his puzzle into place and figuring out his next move. "So why are you here?"

It takes a moment for Morgan to answer, wondering if there's a trick to this question. "For the coffee? It's close to work and I usually come by after my shift."

The look Reid sends his way is not an impressed one and it looks like he wasn't to swear. He doesn't and instead continues, sounding more cut off the more he speaks. "Not what I meant. It's obvious you didn't come here to meet me, I wanted to know why you stayed?"

"I'm sorry." And now that Reid looks perplexed Morgan thinks that the closed-off man he saw a moment ago is simply a self-preservation tactic he'd grown to use around strangers. "For messing up your date." He clarifies. Morgan is sorry that the time he spent with Reid technically did not belong to him, but he isn't sorry he took it; he was having a good time.

Reid's shield doesn't appear again. "That's my job. I'm sorry for messing up your evening. JJ told me to look for a man in a leather jacket and that she would mention I would be in a sweater vest. That's why I opened with the jacket line and when you responded I thought…well, not only am I the most embarrassed I've been since my first year of collage but I now look like a jerk for just waltzing up and imposing myself on you." Reid takes a moment for a calculating pause. "I should go."

Standing, Reid grabs both of their long-empty coffee cups and goes to leave. Morgan stands up with him. "I thought you were confident," Reid starts to shift and flushes red with embarrassment, continuing to move towards the door but not stopping Morgan from following. "and you don't ruin someone's evening by having a good time with them." They stop just outside the coffee shop and Reid won't look at him but Morgan can tell he's still listening. "Which I did. I had a great time with you and was hoping you'd be up for doing it again sometime soon."

Reid brushes his hair behind his ear and licks his lips while trying not to smile. It makes Morgan realize that while confident Reid had hooked him into a date, he finds unsure, statistic knowing Reid better. "I think that could be arranged."

-Reiver