"Good afternoon my dear Anna, it is the first day of spring and I can feel it." Jenna Moore walked into McQueen's diner where she waitressed in pure happiness. It was just one of those days that were just undeniably incredible with no explanation. Anna Green, Jenna's best friend and coworker, just grinned. She knew she was about to hear Jenna's life story. Just as she thought, Jenna walked behind the counter in the diner and pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she spilled the details. "First, I woke up and my lights were working because the company didn't cut off my electric, then the water didn't run cold because Mike got the pipes fixed, then I went to class and my presentation went crazy good. Mr. Riley said, and I quote, 'You know, I think you're really going somewhere with this. Some of those goons in there don't care a thing about what their learning but you do, I can see it.'" Jenna gave her a pointed look.

"Well maybe you can keep some of that good joy running through this place. Nancy came by here earlier with a checklist and a work schedule acting like someone pissed in her coffee." Anna sneered at the thought of the woman, making Jenna laugh. Nancy was the evil dragon who co-owned McQueen's with her very sweet, not evil, grandparents and Anna hated her. Jenna always thought it was funny how Anna turned up with the blonde hair and blue eyes that gave her such a chaste look that completely misled people into thinking she was sweet when, in reality, she brought the fire to McQueen's.

"Stay strong Anna." Jenna laughed again before letting her work and going to the back.

"Hey Mike." She greeted the diner's famous short order cook with a kiss on the cheek. He was an older man in his mid-60's with dirty blonde hair on the parts of his head that weren't balding and wise green eyes. He was usually quiet but when he did talk he gave them the best advice.

"Good afternoon, Jenna." He didn't look up from the sandwich he was making. She wished they would hire someone else to help him out. She did what she could but she was a waitress, not a chef. She walked past him to the storage closet and turned on the light before stepping in and closing the door. She hated changing in the small closet. It was dusty, compact, and probably spider ridden. They weren't supposed to change at work but as a full time student and a part time worker; she didn't really have a lot of options. She quickly stripped and pulled on the pistachio green and white 50's styled waitressing uniform and roller skates. It was all a part of the act. McQueen's was a vintage themed diner that was uniquely colored pale green and white from the popcorn ceilings to the checkered tile floors. Jenna pulled her brown hair up into a long ponytail before lacing up her roller skates and rolling out of the closet, past Mike and back behind the counter where she grabbed her ordering pad and pen. She skated over to an elderly woman who was sitting, waiting for assistance.

"Good afternoon Ms. Joan." Jenna happily greeted the woman. She knew most of the regulars there. It was policy to introduce you and make everyone feel like it was an episode of Cheers. Taking her order and handing it to Mike, she started the cycle again.

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Spencer Reid pulled into the parking lot of McQueen's on a whim. He had only been there once before and had enjoyed the somewhat cheesy ambiance. There was mostly paperwork at the Bureau so he decided that a lunch away from the office would benefit his efficiency when he got back. He walked into the diner and immediately got the feeling he had stepped into a new time, or at least the stereotype of what a new time would be. Elvis was playing out of a jukebox, there were old pictures advertising 50 cent milkshakes and sodas on the wall, and waitresses on roller skates. One of them rolled around the corner towards him.

"I'm in love, I'm all shook up." Her voice sang along with the King of Rock's with ease. Spencer didn't know if it was the lighting or the feeling of the first day of spring but he felt something when he saw her. She was beautiful, and she was talking to him.

"Sorry, what was that?" He stammered, the heat already rising to his face.

"If you'll have a seat, I will be right with you." She smiled sweetly at him before skating away. He swallowed and went to find his seat.

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"Hey Anna," Jenna waved her over, "What do you think of that guy?" She motioned to the guy who had just walked in. Anna raised an eyebrow.

"You mean the one with the glasses and the sweater vest?" She asked a bit skeptically, "You think that guy's cute?"

"I didn't say that." Jenna laughed out of denial.

"You wouldn't ask me what I thought of him if you thought he was ugly. Which he isn't, in fact, cute is the word for it. But he's not my type and he's not yours either."

"Maybe my type isn't the right type for me." Jenna suggested as she thought back to all her old boyfriends who were mostly jocks and mostly scum. "Yeah, I definitely need a new type."

"Whatever peels your banana, Jen." Anna shrugged. Jenna chuckled and headed over to the guy who seemed to have a peculiar hold on her. She noticed he wore his watch over his sleeve as she approached.

"So you're one of the smart ones." She blurted before she could stop herself. He looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"E-excuse me?" He stammered. He looked into her brown eyes and got that feeling again. She motioned to his watch with her pen.

"Wearing a watch over your sleeve is usually a tendency of gifted people. That or you're practicing European fashion." She divulged like a dork. She could never control herself in moments like that.

"Actually," He interjected into her thoughts, "It's becoming a trend in America but it's starting with women wearing watches over their sweaters." He rambled while Jenna noted that he could actually hold a conversation without her having to explain what the hell she was talking about.

"I'll remember that." She said quietly, partly about the newly learned fact and partly about the conversation thing. Little did she know, Spencer was also surprised, surprised that she didn't give him the usual glazed over look he got when he talked to, well, anyone. They sat for a moment in silence.

"I know what I want." He spoke up, making Jenna's eyes widened.

"What?" She silently noted that he was a direct one. He blushed when he realized what she thought.

"To order! I know what I want to order." He clarified quickly. She laughed at herself and scratched that last observation.

"Sorry, what would you like?" She got her pen ready. He ordered and she skated away to give the order to Mike.

"What's the news?" Anna questioned as she rang up a costumer.

"I pulled out a sociology lesson before we even said hi, but he handled it. He's actually smart." Jenna looked over at him once again.

"So he can hold a conversation. That's another point in his direction." Anna concluded before she rolled away with a receipt.

"Good Afternoon Jenna." Wendy Johnson greeted her as she walked in wearing her uniform already. Wendy was the third member of the self-proclaimed three-musketeer group at McQueen's. The three of them, Jenna, Anna, and Wendy, usually worked together and got along well. Wendy was a spunky forty five year old with fire red hair and a personality to match. She refused to wear roller skates right when she applied and went on a rant about it until she realized it wasn't actually required for the job. She still liked to think she changed that rule.

"Afternoon, Wendy." Jenna smiled at her.

"Order up, Jen!" Mike yelled and Jenna grabbed it, taking it to the guy.

"Thank you." He looked up at her.

"No problem. I'm Jenna by the way." She held out her hand to him. He quickly put down his plate and shook her hand.

"I'm, uh, Dr. Spencer Reid, or just Spencer Reid, or Reid or Spencer if you want." He stumbled over his words, making Jenna laugh lightly.

"How about I call you Doctor for now and we'll work from there?" She offered.

"That's fine." He continued to shake her hand unintentionally. She leaned in and whispered.

"I would absolutely love to shake your hand all day but I need mine back." She gently pulled her hand out of his and chuckled when he turned tomato red.

"Sorry." He apologized profusely.

"It's perfectly fine." She grinned then left him to eat.

The afternoon was flowing as usual meaning the girls had time to do nothing. McQueen's was mostly a place where people who weren't regulars came to try once or twice. It wasn't world renowned by any means. That's why they were able to subtly spy on Doctor Spencer Reid.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Wendy walked over to Jenna and Anna who were leaning on the counter. She looked into their line of sight. "Who is that kid?"

"Jenna's soon to be boyfriend." Anna filled her in. Wendy nodded in understanding while Jenna shook her head.

"I don't even know him." She tried to nip it in the bud but Wendy ignored her.

"So staring at him is appropriate?"

"Look at how fast he's reading. That's like, ten seconds a page." Anna pointed out why they were watching.

"Maybe he's just scanning." Wendy went over the options.

"He's done, go get his plate and ask him." Anna pushed Jenna, literally. Jenna calmly rolled over to him.

"Are you finished with your plate Doctor?" She asked casually. Spencer looked up at her.

"Uh, yes I am." He handed her his plate. She was about to turn and leave when she turned back.

"Can you really read that fast?" She wanted to know.

"Our subconscious' can read twenty thousand words a minute." He told her but she just looked at him until he clarified. "Yes, I can read that fast." He waited for her reaction and was surprised when she sat down across from him.

"So, what kind of doctor are you?"

"Well, I have in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering, as well as B.A.s in Psychology and Sociology and I'm working on a B.A. in Philosophy." He stated quickly. Jenna's eyes widened.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 26." He didn't hesitate. She nodded and noted that he was age appropriate to her 24 years.

"So you must be pure genius?"

"I have an IQ of 187 so yes." He didn't even seem fazed. He gave out this information constantly. He expected her to start asking him trivia questions but instead she laughed.

"I don't know if you know this, but that's pretty freaking awesome." She was amazed. "I mean, I thought I was something special but I only have one major."

"What is it?" He officially closed his book.

"Sociology, I go to the University right outside of Quantico." She informed him. This started a whole conversation about classes and academics.

"Yale was your safety school?!" Jenna was shocked. She put a hand over her chest. "You're killing me!" Spencer grinned and shrugged. A buzzing came from his pocket and he pulled out his phone, answering it seriously after seeing whom it was. "Reid, yeah, I'll be there in," He looked at his watch, "twenty five minutes. Okay." He hung up.

"Sounds important," Jenna decided, "I'll get your check." She stood and went to ring him up as he gathered his things. He approached her with the money and she handed him a receipt. "I hope you come back, a lot of people hate my sociology talk."

"It is quite refreshing to talk to someone outside of work who can hold a conversation once in a while." He had to admit.

"Right?" She agreed completely before letting him go. "Bye Spencer." She watched him walked out the doors.

"I hope he was worth it," Anna appeared behind her, scaring her slightly, "you just used your break on him."

"So worth it." Jenna nodded. "I wonder if he's single. I didn't see a ring."

"Well if he isn't, jump his bones." Anna bluntly agreed. "He's cute, he's smart, he's a doctor, and he's a new type."

"If he comes back, have your way with him." Wendy agreed. Jenna gave them both looks for their comments.

"Okay, I understand; but I think I'll start slow, if he comes back."

Meanwhile, Spencer walked into the FBI building with his mind not on work like usual or the book he was last reading but it was on Jenna the waitress. She was pretty, intelligent, and, most of all, she intrigued him and vice versa. He liked her.