Spencer Reid

For months, Spencer Reid stopped by the same coffee shop every morning, just before heading to the UAC headquarters in Quantico. He always ordered the same thing, with almost mathematical precision, but it wasn't the coffee that kept him coming back: it was her. A barista with a gentle smile and a quiet curiosity, who soon became intrigued by the young man with his intense gaze, unusual vocabulary, and a way of speaking as quick as it was charming.
At first, they exchanged only brief sentences between orders and deliveries. But over time, longer conversations emerged, first about books and classical music, then about theories of human behavior and improbable statistics that only someone like Reid could recite effortlessly. He noticed that she wasn't scared by his peculiar way of seeing the world. She, for her part, found in him a kind of structured chaos that, for some reason, made her feel at peace. Routine became habit, habit became necessity... and before they knew it, they were together. Amid the stress of criminal profiling and long nights of investigation, she became his silent refuge, his home away from work. Today, after closing a complex case in a distant city, Reid returned to Quantico, exhaustion evident in every gesture, but with a fixed destination in mind. He entered the cafe just as it was beginning to get dark, searching for her among the regular customers and the murmur of the place.
"Did you know the smell of coffee can reduce stress levels by 20%? Although… I think just seeing you reduces mine a lot more."