"Sarah, open up!" came Caroline's voice from my door. I rushed to the door and unlocked it to see the familiar grin upon her features. "I brought the wine?" She gently shook the bottle of red wine.

"Got anything stronger?" I asked, giving her a small smile.

"I know exactly where you keep the tequila, don't play dumb with me.

"Yeah, yeah…I know," I groaned. She entered my apartment, practically running towards the kitchen.

"Okay, c'mon, let's get some alcohol in you and then we can talk about what happened," Caroline said. "Where the hell do you keep your wine glasses?" I closed the door before making my way to help here.

"That cupboard… no, to the left," I said.

"Got them!" Caroline said excitedly, pouring the glasses full.

"Thanks," I said, grasping the cup and making my way to the couch. "Bring the bottle."

"That bad?"

"I don't know," I confessed, taking a large sip.

"Ok, well, start from the beginning," Caroline prompted, joining me on the couch.

"Um, well, I told you about Spencer…so basically, we made plans today…" I started, telling her about everything, how the whole morning had gone. And then I explained the end.

"So, he asked you if you would be interested in having dinner at some time, if he asked?" Caroline clarified, sipping her wine.

"Yeah, and I was all like 'Yeah, sure!' and Caroline, oh my God," I groaned, refilling my glass. Had I already drunk a full glass?

Oh well.

"Well, does he like you?" she asked.

"I mean, I guess? We've hung out a few times and we are friends, I think?"

"No, I mean does he like you…" she asked again.

"How would I know? It's not like I can read his mind," I said.

"Well, do you like him?"

"Caroline, I literally don't know. I mean, I barely know the guy!"

"Okay, okay… hypothetical?"

"I hate hypotheticals," I groaned as Caroline glared at me.

"Let's assume that he asks you to dinner as a friend… What would you say?"

"I mean, I would say yes… we're friends?"

"Okay, well, if he asked you to dinner as more than friends?" she prompted. I furrowed my eyebrows.

What would I say? I mean, sure, he was handsome, but not in that conventional, muscular, macho man way. In a nerdy, sweet way. And he was smart and kind and had a unique sense of humor…

"Earth to Sarah?" Caroline's voice pulled me from my reprieve.

"What?"

"You totally disappeared there for a second."

"Oh, sorry," I murmured, sipping from my wine glass.

"So? If it was more than friends, what would your answer be?"

"I guess… maybe… I would be interested? But I haven't dated in years, and he probably meant it in a friend-sort of way," I said.

"Woah, woah, woah! You would be interested? I need to see a picture of this guy because I have been trying to get you to go on a date for the past months and it's always 'no,' 'no,' and more 'no!'" Caroline said, grabbing my computer and unlocking it.

I really needed to change the password.

"His name is Spencer Reid?" she asked.

"Yeah, Reid is spelled R-E-I-D," I said, noticing that she spelled it Reed.

"Oh, he's a doctor," she said. "Which one is he?" I glanced over and saw that she had found a picture of the team online very quickly.

Wow. She was fast.

"The tall one," I said, pointing to the screen.

"Nice… never thought you would go for the nerdy type, but to each their own."

"I never said I would go for him," I defended, but Caroline interrupted me.

"Ah! You said, and I quote, 'I would be interested!'"

"You're impossible, you know that," I said, glaring at her as I finished my glass.

"And you love me for it," she said, blowing me a kiss. "Now tell me all about him."

"As I said, I barely know him."

"Well, entertain me with what you do know," she said, waving a hand as she leaned into the couch, preparing to listen intently. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, let me think… Well, he's crazy smart. He has three BAs and two PhDs… Photographic memory too," I said, trying to list off whatever came to my head. "He works for the FBI with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, so they basically profile criminals using human behavior? Oh, and he reads insanely fast…"

"Child prodigy?"

"Probably," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "He recommended a book to me, The Mystery of Cloomber. It was pretty good. He loves sci-f, but I did get him to watch a total chick flick today, 10 Things I Hate About You." I smiled at the memory.

"Oh my God," Caroline said triumphantly. "You like him!"

"No, I don't," I said.

"You totally just smiled… and let me guess, you invited him over today after your plans got cancelled, even though you could have just rescheduled!"

"I was making muffins!"

"Your chocolate chip muffins?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "Your famous, amazing, muffins?"

"They are normal muffins," I said.

"No, Sarah, those muffins are your claim to fame, and you only share them when you want to impress someone," she said, laughing.

"No, I don't!" I said, taking a big gulp of wine.

"Deny it all you want," Caroline said. "Deep down, you know I'm right."

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Can we please switch the topic now?"

"Okay, fine… Oh! Let me tell you about the total hunk I met at the gym last week!" Caroline said, preparing to tell me her tale. I poured myself another glass of wine as I leaned back onto the couch.

Caroline told her story, hands flying around, but I was only half-listening. As I sipped my wine, I couldn't help but have three thoughts.

One: I shouldn't be drinking this next glass of wine.

Two: When was I going to do this week's grocery shopping?

Three: Did Spencer like me as a friend or something more?