𐙚 ‧₊˚ I spent a lot of my years afraid of who I might be. it was the end of my rope, it was the scrape on my knee..

’Go do something for yourself, outside of work’. Garcia had told him. Spencer wasn’t particularly excited about the idea of seeking community, but alas.

Spencer was getting overworked, much to his dismay. He loved his work, he loved his team. But he also needed a place where he could not think about work.

And so, here he was, sitting in the local park. The park had these stone chessboards set up, one of them was taken by an older couple.

Spencer sat down. Though he had no one to play with, he figured he’d stare at the pieces 𝗂𝖿 nothing else. Until-

“Mind if I join you?” a voice called from in front of him, Spencer’s head shot up to stare at the person who’d just sat down opposite him.