Chapter Four
"Welcome to my humble abode!" she announced, once they had walked through the door, flinging her keys into the little bowl on the coffee table, just inside.
"Its nice" he replied politely.
She shrugged slightly.
"Its pretty small, I know. But its comfortable.. Affordable" she explained, making her way to the couch in the living room.
He followed a little awkwardly, sitting down next to her slowly.
She kicked her shoes off, crossing her legs on the couch carelessly.
"Make yourself at home" she mumbled, opening the pizza box.
He glanced around the small living room, something on the wall instantly catching his eyes.
"What is that?" he mumbled, more to himself than to her, automatically standing up off of the couch to go examine it.
She had to swallow the pizza she had in her mouth before answering him.
"Postcards.. I always buy one every time I go on holiday.. I stick them up on the notice board to keep them all together" she told him honestly.
He ran a hand along the postcards.
"You travel a lot" he murmured, softly.
She nodded.
"I love travelling. That's why I have a small place. And why I work at the bar. Its not cheap" she explained to him.
"You don't travel much?" she added.
He turned back to face her, shaking his head.
"I'm not really the sort" he shrugged.
"You never know. You might surprise yourself and enjoy it.." she took another mouthful of pizza.
"So if you work at the bar to earn extra money, what is your day job?" he asked, coming back to sit down next to her.
She offered him the pizza box and he took a slice quickly.
"Well I'm a sign language interpreter. I'm currently working with a college student who attends George Washington University, I basically just go to her lectures with her and translate, basically.." she explained.
He smiled at that.
"Really? That sounds pretty interesting" his voice was completely honest.
She rolled her eyes at that.
"Not as interesting as the FBI!" she argued quickly.
He shrugged.
"So do you like catch serial killers?" she asked, again instantly noticing how stupid she sounded.
However, he smiled at her, making her feel a lot better.
"Yeah. Sexual predators and abductors also, but yes, we focus mainly on serial killers" he replied.
"I really don't understand then how you don't meet girls at bars much. An FBI agent - that's seriously hot" she was blatantly honest.
A blush crept up on his cheeks and he looked down quickly in embarrassment.
He cleared his throat before talking.
"Well I don't really go to bars much to be honest" he told, trying to regain his composure.
She overlooked him embarrassment, finding it adorable.
"So you don't travel. You don't go to bars.. I'm curious Spencer, what is it you do for fun?" she asked, wanting to find out more about him.
He shrugged.
"Well with the job I guess I don't really get much free time.. Just reading" he mumbled.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Reading?" she was a little surprised.
He nodded.
"Oh honey.. " she giggled slightly.
"What?" he asked, a little unsure of what she found amusing.
"We really are very different people Spence" she passed him another slice of pizza.
He frowned a little, still unsure as to why she had laughed.
"Okay, you know what - this Friday I'm taking you out and showing you how to have fun" she told him, not even bothering to put a question in there.
He shrugged.
"Fine" he murmured.
"Great" she replied with a wide smile.
She was determined to show the very unique FBI agent what it really meant to live.
After that Spencer decided it was time for him to leave, knowing he had work early the next morning.
"Here, before you go" Rachel caught hold of his wrist as he made his way towards the door, twisting his arm over so that she could write her number on it.
"Call me, okay? We'll sort out Friday" she explained.
He nodded, glancing down at his arm and back up at her.
"Okay" his voice came out softer than he had hoped.
"Okay" she replied.
And with that he left, leaving her feeling quite pleased with how the night had gone.