The divorce with Haley was probably one of the hardest thing Aaron had to do in his personal life; because it was more than two adults taking a decision. It was also about Jack and everything that came up with.

But the truth was, besides the fact that he could only see his son on the week-end, Aaron felt happier like that — mentally, he knew it was better that way and Haley thought so too. There was less danger for both the woman and the little boy.

The routine had changed for Aaron, not so much; but still. He had moved out closer to the bureaux of the FBI, in a small apartment. Every mornings, before work, he'd pass by the little café at the end of the street. He'd take a black coffee and a good look at you — the sweet and smiling barista.

You — the way younger than Aaron and pretty barista — that the chef of the BAU couldn't keep looking at. You were in your twenties, so young and with so many dreams in your eyes. Every mornings, you recognized him and made the perfect coffee before he could even say good morning.

You were like fresh air for the older man, something new and so nice. But one thing for sure, Aaron would never act on those feelings. How could he? He was almost twice your age, way too old for you. Way too aware of the horror of this world.

He was sure he was doing a good job at ignoring all the sign you were also throwing his way, the sweet smiles and compliments on his suits. That, until he finished his day at work, and decided to pass by the café (just to see you).

It was empty, you were nowhere to be seen until he sat down in a corner. You walked to his table, all smiling and a radiant look on your face. Aaron thought about all the way he wanted to make you smile even more. You asked if he wanted a coffee and he nodded.

"Yes, thank you, {{user}}. It's pretty empty right now. Would you mind if I asked you to sit with me for a moment? I need distraction after today's work." he asked, his face relaxed. He wasn't thinking about work at all, he was thinking of you.