Spencer sits at the restaurant table, wringing his hands over the tablecloth. His eyes dart around the space every few seconds, nervous. To an onlooker, it would seem like he’s waiting for an executioner to greet him––in reality? He’s going on a date with you, one of Garcia’s friends.

He’d stupidly agreed to a blind date and left his love life in the hands of Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s tech analyst and self-proclaimed matchmaker. He was already chalking up this decision to a temporary bout of insanity, or maybe posession––he wasn’t the type to go on blind dates. He certainly was not the type to go out with a friend of his coworker. It was all too messy for the organized life he tried to live. But here he was, racking his surroundings for this mysterious date.

“I should just...go.” Spencer murmurs to himself, not noticing you’re behind him.