After Spencer paid for his order, he joined me at the table and pulled out his reading. We sat in quiet, not talking, just reading our respective books. After a few minutes, I peered over to see how much he had finished.

He was nearly a quarter of the way finished.

"Holy shit, you weren't kidding about the reading thing, were you? Like you aren't skimming over it?"

"I'm reading it," he said as if it was the most common-sensical thing in the world.

"That's impressive… how many words is Pride and Prejudice?"

"122,189 words which means there are roughly 2,118 paragraphs, which an average of 58 words per paragraph."

"And you just know that?"

"It's a mathematical formula, you just have to know the word count and applying the average paragraph count you can estimate it," he said.

"Wow, your brain just works in an interesting way, huh?"

"It's not as much as the way my brain works, but more so the training of the brain to work for you to increase efficiency and efficacy."

"If only we all did that… imagine where we would be as a society…" I mused. Spencer gave me a nod before returning to his reading. Then came Jen's voice saying that his order was ready. As he got up to get his drink, I noticed how tall he was for the first time. He easily towered over me. He returned to the table with his drink.

He took a sip and he gave a nod of approval, and I gave a small smile. We then sat in silence, but unlike the silence that ensued in the car ride the night prior, this wasn't awkward. It was relaxed, almost friendly.

Friendly.

Were we friends?

Do I want to be friends with him?

I had only known him for less than 24 hours. But he was friends with Hotch, who I trusted. Plus, they were FBI, so they weren't threats to me.

Speaking of FBI, how did this tall, thin man become an agent? I'm sure there were physical requirements.

"So how did you get involved with the FBI?" I asked. Spencer glanced up at me before responding.

"I joined when I was 21 years old, aceing all my psychological exams, which warranted waivers for the more physical aspects of training," he said giving me a knowing look.

"Did you just profile me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. There is no way he knew what I was thinking, right?

"You looked at me, before tilting your head. Your eyes unconsciously wandered to my legs and gun holster, so you had a question about my qualifications for carrying a gun and FBI, thus most likely meant you were wondering if I could physically be an FBI agent," he said setting down his book.

"Now that's just terrifying," I murmured. How much could he pull from just interacting with me?

"It's very useful in criminal interrogations."

"I'd imagine…What's the biggest thing you see in people when they are trying to hide something?"

"Why?" he asked, glancing up from his case files.

"I don't know, it just sounds interesting."

"Typically, when people lie, they have a tendency to hide their mouths or eyes, some people even blink rapidly. Very commonly, people will clear their throats or begin to swallow before answering the question, but of course it varies from person to person." Spencer said.

Noted.

"Wait, so you aren't at work, yet you bring case files to read with Pride and Prejudice? Is this your idea of fun?" I asked as Spencer zeroed in on his case files again.

"I find the book enjoyable, and I need to review these cases to ensure the reports are accurate."

"So you are a proponent of mixing work and pleasure, good to know," I said, laughing. Reid gave me a puzzled look and at this, I explained, "It's a joke Spencer." He gave me a half-hearted laugh, before I asked him another question.

"What do you do when you aren't reading or working on a case?"

"I occasionally write research studies or give lectures on behalf of the BAU."

"So you don't do anything, 'non-scholarly' for fun?" I asked. "Nothing to take your mind off of what you do? I mean, some of that stuff has to be pretty brutal."

"I guess I don't."

Thinking for a moment, I stood up suddenly.

"Come on," I said, gesturing for him to get up. "Let's go."

"No, thanks, I have to read," he said, going back to reading a case file.

"Yeah, no," I said, grabbing it from under him. "I have nothing except grocery shopping to do today, and we are going to be spontaneous."

"I really can't today because-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Spencer Reid, I thought I was the most mundane and boring person in the world," I said, grinning. "I am giving you a chance to prove that I am more deserving of that title than you."

"What would we even do?"

"That's the point of being spontaneous, Dr. Reid. There's absolutely no plan."

What was I doing?

I had to be careful, but there was something in my gut, spurring me on.

I could almost hear Caroline in my head saying, "That's a girl! Live a little!"

I hadn't done anything like this in years, and yet when I saw Spencer resign and get up to join me, I knew that this adventure had only just begun.

And I had no idea where the destination was.

But I was ready for one hell of ride, even if it was just today.

And with that, I handed him his files, and walked out the shop, Spencer only steps behind me. The cold hair hit my face and I turned at looked at him with a wide grin on my face.

"What shall we do first, Doctor Reid?"