#gial

Y/N stopped in the middle of the sidewalk on the busy streets of D.C, head down, now looking at the black display screen in despair. She thought she’d been doing this long enough now that she’d realize when her camera was about to die mid-vlog. “This” being making YouTube videos. 

She started about a year ago, not really knowing what the hell it took to actually post videos and have an internet persona, but after a month of silly little videos she deemed worthy of seeing the light of day online, she found herself slowly but surely gaining a following. She went from Y/N Y/L/N, the girl from a small beach town that ended up at Georgetown to Y/N Y/L/N, the up-and-coming YouTuber who is currently doing absolutely nothing with her business degree, but still makes enough from her videos to live in the small apartment she’s lived in since undergrad. 

“And I don’t have my extra battery. Great!” She rolled her eyes and continued her walk down the bustling street. This was the vlog where she was going to share her favorite bookstore with her subscribers. ‘Was’ being the key word here. There weren’t many places she felt the need to show her followers-- mostly for safety reasons (she’s heard too many horror stories about the crazy fans that will wait at an influencer’s favorite place in order to meet them, and she was not ready for any crazy J-Lo level stalker situations), but she still wanted anyone who watched her videos to see her authentic self. 

Entering the bookstore, she took a moment to appreciate her surroundings before making a bee-line towards the small outlet in the corner, digging in her bag to grab the charger for her battery (yes, she brought the battery charger but not her extra fully charged battery… she was a hot mess, okay?). She hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, muscle memory coming in handy from the countless times she’s had to use this outlet, but in that moment, oh in that moment she couldn’t have wished for anything more than to be paying attention. 

This had to be the most mortifying thing to ever happen to her, really. She somehow managed to completely fail at multitasking and miss the six foot figure who had to have ten books piled up. She was at fault here, she was the absolute mess, and she was the one to quickly drop down all frantic, radiating the awkwardness she always held when it came to any situation remotely similar to this.

“Shit, I’m sorry, wow, I really need to watch where I’m going.” She quickly began to start the small pile of books from where they lay on the ground, not paying any mind to the stranger who dropped said books as she continued to ramble. “And it’s not your fault-- just incase you were thinking that, because trust me, I’m the walking hot mess here and you’re just”, she took a deep breath, finally looking up at the man who was now kneeled down in front of her, contributing to the growing pile in front of her, before blurting out “really cute.” 

The brown-eyed, unruly haired man’s eyes shot to hers, neck all the way up to cheeks reddening as her comment sunk in. Y/N was bold...ish? She definitely had her awkward moments, don’t get her wrong, but at times she could find herself not really needing to keep her thoughts to herself. Taking this handsome stranger as example A. She wasn’t the type to shy away from showing her true self, and it was something that helped as she grew into her role on YouTube-- not giving a shit about what others may say about her personality. 

She was brought back to the present though, when the sound of the very, very handsome mystery stranger clearing his throat aroused. He was scratching the back of his neck, now looking literally everywhere but at her. So he was the awkward type. Again, she thought, cute.

“I’m Y/N. So the next time I inevitably try to kill you by not paying attention, you can give my name to the police.” She laughed at her own joke (she tends to do that a lot), but quickly stopped when she saw the wide-eyed shocked expression spreading across his face. “I’m kidding, promise.”

“Did you know that in eighteen twenty-eight, Louis Daguerre took the first photo that captured a human? He intended on  taking a photo of the Boulevard du Temple in Paris and a man happened to be standing in the street, getting his shoes polished. Exposure lasted for seven minutes so the man ended up getting captured.” 

The stranger’s sudden fact left Y/N confused until she followed his eyes to where her camera lay on the floor next to her discarded bag. 

“Oh,” she started, picking up the camera, “This isn’t for pictures. I take videos... for YouTube. I’m an influencer.” 

“That’s a website.”

“And you’re a genius!” As soon as the words left her mouth in the sarcastic tone, Y/N regretted it, noticing the twitch in his face and the crinkle between the man’s eyebrows. “I’m kidding. Again, sorry.”

“Well, factually speaking, I am a genius.” He had finally looked back up at her when he continued, “I have an eidetic memory, an IQ of one-eighty-seven, and I can read twenty-thousand words per minute.” 

“Well that explains the dozen books.” Noticing the corner of his lip twitch up made Y/N’s confidence become just a bit more boosted. “So, hot and smart? Does this genius have a name?” 

“I-I’m Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.” 

Her eyebrows skyrocketed up and she let out a small chuckle. “Wow, doctor, huh?” When she slowly started to get up from her position from the floor, she dusted off her hands and watched as he clumsily struggled to stand, picking up his books. “Guess I definitely don’t have a shot at getting your number.” 

“My- my number?” 

He did that a lot-- he sounded unsure. Y/N had literally just met the guy and she could already tell that for someone who should definitely have their ego boosted, he was on the self degrading train one-hundred percent. 

“Yeah, you know, so I don’t have to come here every day just so I have the chance to see you again? Trust me, I love this shop, but it saves some time, don’t you think?” 

“It’s not really safe to give your number to strangers”, his rebuttal made her quirk an eyebrow. So that’s how it’s gonna be. 

“How else am I supposed to get another fun fact?” 

He looked skeptical for a moment. Very skeptical. “You liked the fact… about the photo?” She slowly nodded her head in response, giving him a moment before she watched him dig in his satchel and pulled out a card. “Um, well this- this is my number. I use it a lot for work, but I always answer it.”

She took the card from his hand and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you. I was most certainly be texting you, Spencer.” 

“And I will text back… Y/N.” 

She really wanted to crack up at the exchange, but her gut told her this type of thing didn’t happen much. That he didn’t give his number out randomly. 

There was a small moment between the two, and Y/N had felt the butterflies swirl in her stomach. This felt right-- getting his number felt like the most right thing she’s done in a while. Their moment though, was interrupted by the small ding of his phone, and she saw dread flash on his face before looking back at her. 

“That was actually work. I uh, I should go pay for these.” 

She waved him off and shrugged, “go ahead. I need to charge this camera battery anyway.” 

And just as she imagined, his departure had been just as awkward, with a thin smile and a small wave heading her way, she sent one back before turning around and heading back towards the outlet. There was some part of her (the tiny narcissistic side of her) hoping he was nosy. She hoped some part of him couldn’t help but actually go onto YouTube and see what she was about. Hoping that he saw that fun side she put out there for the world to see and become completely enthralled by her. She was hoping he would be just as captured by her as she was by him. 

But now, looking down at the card he’d given her when asking for her number, she didn’t really think she would have to hope for it. Criminal Profiler, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. The damn FBI… he was in the FBI. Yeah, he was definitely going to see her fun side. 

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