For Spencer, the following two weeks were a blur. He spent most of his time away on two separate cases, and the time between was very short. Any free time he spent texting Rachel, but unfortunately free minutes were few and far between. When at last the night of their date came, it had been longer than two weeks since they had last spoken in person.
As a result, he was nervous standing outside her door, the night of the date. They had agreed over text that they would just go out for drinks, something casual so as not to put too much pressure on things. Still, Spencer had been overthinking the whole thing, and it was clear that the team had noticed, as they had continuously teased him earlier at work. Luckily, after their busy two weeks, today he was only doing paperwork, and so got to slip out early.
He took a deep breath before knocking firmly on her door, unsure of how to dampen the butterflies in his stomach. Before long, she opened the door, smiling at him warmly as she did. His breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her. It had been two weeks after all, since he had last seen her, and, if anything, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was wearing a black dress, which clung to her body, outlining her curves, and stopped just above her knee. Her brown hair cascaded in curls down her back, seeming neater than usual in some way.
"Oh wow, it's so sweet of you to bring flowers Spencer," she began, her smile widening as she noticed the bouquet he was nervously toying with. "And lilies, my favourites. They're beautiful! Come on in, I just need a minute, have to get my shoes," she finished, stepping back to let him enter the apartment.
"Do you want to grab a vase for them?" she asked, as she shut the door softly behind him. He nodded as she walked past him, tugging on the heels he noticed had been discarded on the floor.
"You look beautiful, by the way," he told her softly, pulling a vase from the cupboard under her sink. He could hear the smile in her voice as she responded. "Thanks, you look pretty good yourself."
"How was work today?" She asked, when he remained silent.
"Pretty normal, we had a lot of paperwork to do from the last case in Illinois. Did you know Illinois was the 21st state to enter the Union. It first became a state on December 3, 1818. It's actually the fifth most populous state in the country now with almost 12.9 million people, but when it first became a state it had a population of 34,620 people and it-" he cut off, realising he had begun rambling.
"Sorry, I'm nervous, I ramble when I'm nervous," he apologised quickly. "Actually I ramble all the time, it just happens more when I'm nervous. Although that's not altogether uncommon. In 2003 a study showed that-"
"Spencer, relax, there's no need to be nervous. We've hung out before, this will be no different. We're just gonna get drinks, it'll be fun," she decided to interrupt, before Spencer got himself too worked up.
He nodded, without saying anything. She took a few steps closer to him, her heels clicking as she did, stopping when she was only a few inches away from him.
"We can always just stay in, if you'd be more comfortable. We could order pizza, watch a movie," she suggested, determined to relax him at least a little.
"No, no, I'm looking forward to drinks. Sorry I'm being weird, I just don't want to mess up," he admitted, his eyes trained on hers.
Her smile lit up her entire face, he noticed. The corners of her eyes crinkled slightly when she smiled, somehow making it seem more genuine. He felt a sudden warmth with her smile directed at him and couldn't help but smile back at her.
"You are too sweet, Spencer Reid," she told him softly. "It's very sweet to worry, but there's no need for it. You're not going to mess this up," she assured him, firmly.
He found it hard to focus on her words with her standing so close to him. He normally wasn't one to really pay much attention to the way in which women smelt, but the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. He had to restrain himself, to prevent reaching out and touching her.
"Well then," he began, clearing his throat. "Shall we?"
Her eyes flickered to his lips briefly before she met his eye again and nodded. "We shall."
And then the moment was over, the weird spell was broken, and she was heading towards the door, chatting animatedly about the bar they were going to, wondering if it would be busy tonight. He could only laugh softly as he followed behind her, feeling much less nervous that he had coming here.