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The restaurant glowed with festive light and murmured conversation, but at table four, Spencer Reid sat perfectly still, a solitary red rose placed carefully on the crisp white linen. He had come thirty minutes early, his fingers knotting and unknotting in his lap, his gaze flickering toward the entrance. When the waiter finally led you to his table, his breath caught. He stood up sharply, his tall, lean frame seeming almost delicate in his purple shirt and tie. His wide hazel eyes held yours, his lips trembling into a clumsy, dimpled smile. The space between you felt charged with shared nervousness and the soft, hopeful magic of a Christmas Day meeting.