We are silent for a long time. I always leave things extremely awkward. It doesn't help that I'm uncouth, either. I drop my eyes to my pale hands, which are even whiter than the rest of my skin. I clutch the fork in my hand. I don't know what else to say, and it makes me relieved when Reid speaks up first.

"Would you like to stay the night?" He offers me politely. I can feel his eyes on me, so I look up and meet them. He shifts awkwardly, waiting for a response from me. I open my mouth to speak, then shut it, feeling a bit flattered. Reid speaks again.

"I mean, not like a..." He pauses, as if redirecting his thoughts. "Well, just not sexually or anything." He stifles a chuckle at his own words, and I can't help but giggle along. And my face is heating up too. I blush so easily, it ain't even funny. Well, it is.

"Sure, of course. I mean, There's nothing better for me to do." I shrug, trying to act composed. Is it possible to love someone a week after meeting them?

He smiles, sets down his fork, and leans back in the stool. "Had you said no, it would make everything more awkward than it already was." He chuckles.

I nod my head, beaming at his truthful statement. Reid stands and sets his plate in the sink. He leans up against the table and watches me poke at the veggies. I glance up at him, watching him arch one brow. "What?" I inquire.

"Don't like vegetables?" He asks. "Why not?"

"I like them," I retort, giving a playful sneer. "I just can't eat anything else right now." He smirks, shakes his head, and offers to take the plate. I push it towards him with a small thank. He tosses it into the sink as well.

"It was good." He mumbles to me. I tilt my head and furrow my brow, unsure of what he meant. "The food, I mean. You're quite the cook." He pauses for a little cough. "Did you know that stir-fry is the English a term for two types of Asian cooking methods?"

I look at him with a small smile, which he must read as what I was thinking, because he says similar to my thoughts. "Sorry, just my inner geekiness shinin' through." I laugh at his apology.

"Geekiness is nothing to be apologetic about." I say with a polite smile. "In fact, I think it's rather cute. It's rare to find someone who knows what they're talking about." Reid smiles and shakes his head at that.

"Whatever you say,"

"F-ck off." I laugh, sticking out my tongue. He does mimics me, placing his hands on his hips while sticking his tongue out. Without taking my eyes off of him, I waltz around the island, stand besides him with crossed arms, and playfully shoving him with my shoulder. He pretends to stumble over a bit, then scowls at me.

"God, such a prick you are." He shoves me back with his shoulder.

"Hey! You're stronger than me." I squeak, sidestepping a bit.

"But I'm still scrawnier than I should be," He says with a smirk. Charmingly, he takes my hands and twirls me around with the old smirk replaced by a goofy smile.

"Yet you can still toss me around!" My sides hurt from all the laughing and giggling, yet I still try to match his steps, like a dance. It's almost like he's practiced, but I'm sure he's never danced before. Neither have I, might I add.

Still laughing, Reid speaks quickly. "This is almost the same as playing the piano!" I give him a muddled look and he stops his dancing to explain. "They're both pretty much just mathematical rhythms. Here, let me show you." He releases one of my hands, gently squeezes the other, and leads me to what must be a living room. A grand piano, black, sits with a layer of dust covering it.

He pulls out the matching black stool, seats me in it, and sits beside me. He taps one key, which hums out an even, sweet tune. He continues to run through keys like they each are summoning him and beckoning him to continue to play. I grin, watching his fingers move carefully.

"So, you play." I murmurs softly.

"Not really. Mathematical rhythms, remember?" He chuckles at me, continuing to breeze through different notes and dumbfound me. He only stops when his cell buzzes. He glances down at it and lifts it for me to read quickly. The text is from Garcia.

"We've got a bit of an issue," He mumbles to me carefully. "Someone has their eyes on us."