The week passed by in a blur. I had dinner with Caroline on Wednesday, where I filled her in on my untick in social life to which she replied, and I quote, "That's a girl! Live your best fucking life!"

Needless to say, I made her very proud.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off at 8:30AM. Slowly opening my eyes, I struggled to get up for a minute, stretching my back as I rose from my bed. For about a second, I was very confused as to why my alarm was going off at this hour on a Saturday. I usually got up about an hour later for the gym.

I was meeting up with Spencer today.

With that, I somehow found the energy to get out of bed. I had decided beforehand not to work out, so that I wasn't tired from getting up earlier than I had to and going to the gym. Taking a quick shower, I walked to my closet and dresser, with my hair sopping wet.

It was chilly outside, so I decided that a pair of jeans, a blouse, and some comfy sneakers would be fine. I quickly grabbed my blow dryer and dried my hair before throwing it up in a ponytail. And then I checked my phone as I searched for a jacket.

There was a text from Spencer.

Might need to reschedule plans – it's looking like it's going to rain all day.

I walked to the window in my room, and sure enough, it was pouring down rain. Well, damn it. I was looking forward to today.

That sucks – we could still meet up or something? Maybe watch a movie or something?

As soon as I sent it, I groaned. I sounded like a teenage girl trying to hang out with her crush. I followed up with a, what I hoped, was a less cringy second text.

No pressure, we can just reschedule too. I know your schedule is hectic.

Switching into leggings and an oversized shirt, because why would I wear jeans if I was staying in my own house as I suspected would be based off of my cringe texting abilities, I checked for a response.

Nothing.

Walking to the kitchen, I decided that I could at least make a breakfast for myself. Maybe muffins?

Definitely muffins.

Throwing my hair into a bun, to ensure I wouldn't get flour in my clean hair, I then quickly grabbed some muffin liners and the ingredients for my homemade chocolate chip muffins. I had just preheated the oven and began to sift the flour when my phone began to ring. Flour on my hands, I didn't check to see who called when I clicked answer, switching to speakerphone quickly.

"Hello?" I asked, going back to sifting my flour into a bowl.

"Sarah? This is Spencer Reid?"

"Oh! Hi, hi!" I said, trying not to spill flour.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little…preoccupied right now?" I said, grabbing other dry ingredients and sifting them as well.

"I can call later?"

"No, no. It's fine…What's up?"

"Well, since the rain has ruined our initial plans, I was wondering if there was anything else you wanted to do today?"

"Oh, well, right now I am currently making some chocolate chip muffins, and then I have literally nothing else to do today except my weekly grocery shopping," I said, walking to the fridge for my eggs, milk, and butter. Then a thought popped into my head. "Say, this is a batch of 12 muffins and there is no way I will eat all these by myself. Want to drop by for some?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude," Spencer said, but I quickly cut him off before he could protest anymore.

"No, really, I insist! You'd actually be helping me," I said, before adding, "And if you have any like movies or stuff, you could bring those over. Make a day of it?"

"I don't watch a lot of movies or TV," Spencer said, "but I can bring a few DVDs over?"

"Sounds like a plan… You still have my address?"

"I think so… Yeah, I do."

"Cool, so you can just park around the corner, and head on up? My apartment number is 2G, so just go up the stairs and it's to your left."

"Okay, I'll head over in about 15 minutes? So, I'll be there around 10:20AM?"

"Sounds great. Drive safe!"

"I will," Spencer said, hanging up. I added the chocolate chips to the batter, giving it a quick mix before pouring the batter into the muffin cups. I popped the muffins into the oven, setting the timer for 18 minutes. I threw my dishes into the sink, before going into the living room to tidy it up as the dishes soaked. I found myself back in the kitchen scrubbing the dishes, and putting them on a drying rack.

Then the timer for the muffins went off. I practically flew to the oven, grabbing oven mitts, and pulling my muffins out. They were golden brown on the top.

Perfect.

I set the hot pan on my counter, letting them sit for a few minutes. I grabbed a wire rack out to put the muffins on, taking the muffins out of the pan, being careful to not burn myself. I had just gotten a few muffins out when there was a knock at the door. Rushing to the door, I unlocked it to see the familiar tall figure.

"Glad to see you found your way okay," I said, gesturing for him to come in.

"Thanks," he said, showing me the stack of DVDs in his hands. "I brought what I had."

"You can just set them down there," I said, gesturing towards the coffee table in the living room.

"The muffins smell great," he said.

"Thanks," I said, returning to getting them out of the pan. "This is the one thing that I can reliably make and not burn…Trust the testimony of my failed homemade meatballs from last week… Did you have coffee yet? I can make some really quick?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks."

"No problem," I said, grabbing my glass French press, beginning to make coffee as the muffins finished cooling.

"Is this you?" Spencer asked, picking up the one photo I had in my apartment. It was when I was about five years old, with my best friend.

"Yeah, I was at a local park when that was taken… That's Alice…I think she's married with about a million kids in Texas, now?"

"There's no other photos here?"

"Yeah, a lot of my stuff got lost when I moved here," I said, quoting the same thing I told Caroline when she came to my apartment for the first time. "And I think the muffins are cool enough to eat!" I picked two up, one for me and one for Spencer.

Spencer took a bite of his and immediately told me that it was 'very good.' Taking a bite of mine, I walked over to look at the DVDs that Spencer brought.

"So, what shall we watch first?"