It was about mid noon when Jessie Bell found herself browsing her local library for the third time that day. As she approached the check out desk, the old lady, whom was just finishing up with another library goer, noticed the young blonde causing a smile to appear on her brittle face. "Jessie dear. Finished already?" The lady asked in a somewhat of a coo, while Jess pushed 4 books on the desk in front of the two. "Yeah. It's summer so I had nothing better to do." She responded, the lady beginning to check her books in. As she did this, Jessie stuck her hands deep in her hoodie pocket and began browsing the selection of classic books. Running her fingers across the binds of the books she crossed, halted upon noticing a little journal looking novel covered in old leather. The blonde turned herself towards the shelf and read the bind, "The Wind in the Hallows by Kenneth Grahame." She stared at it for a good 10 seconds before reaching out to pull the book wedged between two larger stories. As her hand touched the dusty leather, another hand did as well, connecting with Jessica's hand in the process. "Uh, Pardon me." A somewhat shorter boy with long brown hair retracted his hand nervously. "I didn't think someone else would want to read this of all books." He chuckled awkwardly, before smiling politely at Jess. "You can have it. I'll check it out when your finished." By this time Jessie had pulled the book out from the shelf and seen the tempting simplistic cover. For a moment she was happy to accept unfortunately she ended up holding the book out at the boy and practically shoving it in his hands a bit more roughly then anticipated. This made his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose slightly, and a small 'owf' to slip out of his mouth. "Take it. I don't need it. I've read enough today." She muttered unknowingly to herself, harshly. Before she could walk more then 2 feet away the Jessie stopped and turned towards him. "What's your name? I need to know who to ask the old woman at the desk about." The boy seemed to fumble with a word to say before clearing his throat. "Uh, Spencer. Spencer Reid. Wh-What about you?"