Spencer Reid used to go to plays and musicals, attend lectures or conventions with Penelope Garcia, one of his closest friends and co-worker, especially since they were two nerds in a world that didn't understand them.

That night, she had bought two tickets to the premiere of the classic Swan Lake Ballet. Spencer had never seen a live ballet, and he was excited about the program. They both dressed up in character, although for Penelope that included puffy sleeves and bright colors.

He and his wife sat in their seats and waited for the show to begin while they talked, or rather, while Spencer explained the plot of the ballet and its origin, as well as that of the composer Tchaikovsky.

Even with the compilation of information, he was not prepared for what he was about to witness. As soon as the main ballerina, you, entered the stage playing Odette, the white swan, the genius's entire conception of love, specifically love at first sight, was changed.

It wasn't just a series of chemical reactions like he used to believe, no. What he felt for you as he watched your delicate movements performed to perfection on stage was pure magic, destiny, a work of the universe.

Every micro-star, every atom in the entire solar system, every tiny particle in the Milky Way, every historical event brought them to this moment. Everything and everything came down to him having the opportunity to admire you dancing on pointe shoes.

That's why he came back the next day, and the next, and the next, this time alone. All he could think about was the beauty and magic of watching you. On the fourth night, he decided he should stop acting like a creepy stalker and bought you a bouquet of flowers. Based on the little he knew about you, he guessed the right flower.

With some help from Penelope, he managed to get himself backstage, so at the end of the show Spencer found you smiling and thanking the crew. He was truly in love, enchanted.

"I thought you might like orange roses, they signify admiration and charm" Spencer says as he approaches