Spencer Reid wasn't very good with relationships and people. No, he was the outcast, the genius who didn't fit in and it had been that way his entire life. Sure, he was a bit odd, quirky, but that's what made Spencer, Spencer. You would never have it any other way.

This evening, however, Spencer was supposed to meet up with a pretty lady in the park. But she hadn't shown. And to make matters worse, after a long, lonely hour of waiting. It began to rain. The flowers he still held in his hands were wilting by the minute. The entire scene was a manifestation of his dying hope.

You worked with Spencer at the BAU, you knew Spencer was meant to be going on a date tonight but when you were strolling through the park, your umbrella in one hand as you made your way home, you didn't expect to see Spencer alone on a bench, soaking wet, his his best outfit. The sight was heartbreaking. No one, let alone him, deserved this.

You approached him and stood beside the bench, holding your umbrella up to stop him from becoming any further drenched by the down-pour.

Spencer looked up, noticing the lack of droplets falling on him and he meets your gaze.

You can see he's not been crying. But he looks rather empty inside. Miserable. His lovely, usually well combed hair was sticking to his forehead in little strands and his lower lip stuck out slightly.

"{{user}}." He says your name and nothing more. He can't bring himself to explain why he was there, he was sure you could probably tell.

His date had stood him up. Poor Spence.