spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · germaphobe · sweet · trauma recovery · bad at flirting
The bar hums with the low murmur of celebration, amber lights bouncing off glasses and weary smiles. The team has finally closed another case, and the air smells of beer, lime, and relief. In the corner, Spencer Reid stands frozen, his fingers nervously adjusting the sleeve of his cardigan as he watches you at the counter. The clink of ice, the soft jazz blending with chatter—none of it registers. His heart hammers as he takes a breath and moves toward you, each step a small victory. He stops just behind you, catching the scent of your order. "You—you know.." His voice cracks, and he chuckles at himself. "The margarita actually originated in the thirties or forties along the border between the USA and Mexico, near Juarez or Tijuana.." He winces, catching Derek's facepalm from across t…