tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"How do we choose the other half? Appearance, personality, financial ability, or common interests?" The man standing on the podium stopped his speech just right. He looked around and gave the audience a space to think.

"The criteria for choosing a mate are complex. It includes everything from anthropometric characteristics to socioeconomic characteristics," he continued, "but the process of sexual attraction is relatively simple. We all know that women are often attracted to Men are attracted by their strong muscles and elegant demeanor. But in fact, it is not these two that play the final key role.”

He raised his hand and switched the slide to the next page.

"When women choose a mate, the most critical role is actually body odor." He said with a smile. "There is evidence that women can smell whether a man's genes are compatible with them. Men's sweat has a substance called androsterol. Ketones are potent male hormones, and it's the smell that turns some women on their head. Some men try to seduce women with perfume, but they can't match the powerful 'genetic smell'. So, women are often obsessed with what they like Male body odor."

It was actually a book signing at a bookstore in Richmond.The man speaking on the stage is called Glennbeck, a best-selling author.He's promoting a book on sexual attraction.

Fiona is not at all interested in his book.

She just wanted to stroll around the bookstore today.She stopped to listen to the speech because she saw the man in the crowd.

He was sitting in the second row on the far left.He was wearing a plain white shirt and black woolen vest.His soft curly hair, shorter than when she'd seen him a few months ago, was tucked submissively behind her ears.In profile, he was looking up, staring intently at the speaker on the podium, occasionally nodding in agreement.

He was almost the most attentive listener in the audience.

From Fiona's point of view, his focused profile is almost unbearably cute.

——This is the first time Fiona has seen Spencer Reid in five months.

Fiona has been watching him silently.

She is best at dual-purpose, so she didn't miss the content of the speech.

And about the smell, she couldn't agree more.

She has never forgotten what happened that night.

At that time, Fiona was not as glamorous as she is now.

At that time, she was covered in stinky mud, sitting on the ground in a panic, waiting for rescue.

He kept reassuring her that they would take her to the hospital.

"Where is that person?" she asked.

"We caught him. Don't worry, he won't hurt you anymore." He comforted him gently.

Fiona looked at the corners of his slightly raised mouth, and felt that the American accent sounded so soft and cute for the first time.

"I gave him a hard time, didn't I?" she said wearily, trying to smile.

Reid froze for a moment, then curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Yes. You did a good job."

Fiona leaned on his shoulder and let him help her out of the woods.She clearly remembered the warm breath mixed with the scent of laundry detergent.

She likes the smell of him.

"So... it's all over, right?" she said nonchalantly.

"Yes." he replied.

She felt Reid's breath coming short.She turned her head and saw some fine sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Are you tired?" She couldn't help asking, "Otherwise I'll go by myself."

But he forced a smile, "Oh, no, no. I'm fine."

She noticed that his ears were a little red.She sort of understood what was going on right away.

"Not used to close contact with the opposite sex, are you?" she said out of breath.

"No." He replied immediately.But his ears were even redder. "The air here is too humid." He explained sternly.

Fiona wanted to laugh, but a sharp pain in her leg made her gasp because some muddy water had flowed into her wound.

"The ambulance is over there," Reid said, "just keep going."

"I'm fine," she gasped.

A paramedic took Fiona from Reid and helped her lie down on the stretcher.

She watched as Reid turned and left.

"Mr. Reid." She suddenly stopped Reid.

Reid turned to look at her suspiciously.

What did she call him for?

"I..." She blinked, feeling muddy water running down her cheeks.At the same time, she noticed that the white shirt in his bulletproof vest was stained with some muddy water from her body.

Fiona suddenly felt like an inexperienced girl at a loss.

Hell, had she thrown all her courage in courting her ex-boyfriend on the Thames?

"Can I have your business card?" she asked finally.

Reid looked surprised. "Okay." He touched his pocket and said awkwardly, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot to bring it."

Fiona believes he is not lying.

But at this moment, the door of the ambulance was closed, completely blocking Fiona's sight.

After returning to Miami, Fiona applied to the police academy.She successfully passed the selection process for the police academy, and then only had to go through a 23-week training period before she could graduate.

It is now a month before she graduates.

She finally had some free time to go out for a walk.She wandered into this bookstore completely by accident, she never thought that she would run into Spencer Reid here.

What does this coincidence mean? Fiona has never believed in fate, but she likes such wonderful coincidences very much.

After the speech, she decided to take the initiative to say hello to him.

——Actually, she really just wanted to say hello, there was really no other meaning.

"Hey, remember me?"—that's what she had in mind.

She stood in front of Reid, watching him bow his head and walk over while flipping through the book he bought just now.Suddenly she couldn't help blurting out, "Do you agree with what he said?"

Reid stopped walking and looked up.

Apart from his hairstyle, he looks the same as he did five months ago.He looked at Fiona, bewilderment evident on his face.

"Fiona?" Reid said in surprise, "I mean—missmars?"

"Please call me Fiona," she said with a smile.She realized that her tone was a little too enthusiastic, so she cleared her throat, "What a coincidence, Mr. Reid."

"Indeed." Reid nodded in agreement.

The two looked at each other, and there was an awkward atmosphere in the air for no reason.

"Oh, actually I should call you Dr. Reid, shouldn't I?" Fiona smiled, "A teacher who teaches psychology at the police academy mentioned you. He mentioned you, and he said he once told your group Worked together. Believe me, he was particularly impressed with you. He said you were a walking encyclopedia."

"Police academy?" Reid keenly noticed the important point in Fiona's words.

"Yes, I'm training at the police academy and I'm about to graduate," Fiona said.

"Wow. That's pretty cool," he said, nodding.

Then they were again in relative silence for a few seconds.

"So...how's your job at the fbi going?" Fiona broke the ice.

"Oh, nice." Reid replied, "And you?"

"I'm fine too. My memory is still a bit fuzzy," Fiona replied, "but I don't care anymore. Maybe it's better for me to stay like this, who knows."

Reid nodded slightly, he pursed his lips, as if trying to find a new topic, "What about your legs?"

"Oh, it's completely healed. There is no scar left, just like a newborn." Fiona replied with a smile.

"That's good."

Fiona suddenly remembered the incident five months ago, so she couldn't help laughing. "By the way, you shouldn't forget to bring your business card today, right?"

"Oh. Of course." Reid took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Fiona.

Fiona's fingers slid gently over the back of his hand as he passed the business card.She didn't mean to, but she made herself nervous.

The skin on the back of his hand was as smooth as a girl's.she thought.

Reid stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips quickly. "Uh, I have something to do later, so—"

Fiona couldn't help but focus on his slightly moist lips, which Reid didn't notice.

"Fiona?" He frowned slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Fiona came back to her senses, she raised a hand and bent her fingers, and smiled, "Then see you again when we have a chance, Dr. Reid."

"See you later," Reid said.

"Can I buy you coffee sometime?" Fiona said suddenly.

Reid, who had already turned around and was about to leave, stopped.

He looked at Fiona, holding the book with both hands, rolling it up and releasing it meaninglessly, as if to hide his uneasiness, "Well... Actually, I don't think this is appropriate. I'm sorry .”

"Why not?" Fiona asks, admitting she can be a little aggressive at times.

Her pressing question really made Reid a little embarrassed.

"We usually..." He looked away, "It's against the rules not to contact the victim in private like this. I'm sorry." He apologized again, and "sorry" was almost becoming his mantra.

And fiona will not be defeated by this setback.

"Come on, I'm not a victim. Remember how I lectured that suspect?" she laughed. "And we were in high school, right?"

Reid obviously had no other excuse.

"Okay." He finally smiled. "See you later, Fiona."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the bookstore.

He looked like he didn't want to spend much time with her.But Fiona is not a sentimental person, and she quickly put the idea behind her.

She looked down at the business card in her hand, and the corner of her mouth raised an invisible arc.