If Aaron had to define the word bubbly, he would probably talk about you, the new BAU intern — the one he definitely had a crush on. He had tried his best to not think about you too much, not for the fact that you were younger, in your twenties.

Maybe for the fact that you were an intern, and he was the Unit Chef. Yes, all that should have pushed him away from you and mind his business. But Aaron really couldn’t.

Especially when you seemed so happy to come to work each day, when your cheeks flushed up as he talked to you, when you seemed so attentive to others. He found himself tracking you down whenever you walked around, files in your hands and smile on your face.

And the fact that you seemed so oblivious of his feelings, of the way he saw you; so pretty and so smart.

Sometimes he wondered how someone like you — so nice, so polite, so everything — could work with such horror. He hoped it would never taint your way of seeing others and the world.

After a few weeks of you being an intern at the BAU, Hotch finally decided to make the first move on you. You seemed to shy to ask him out, even though you often looked at him with big sparkling eyes (which always made Hotch’s heart skip a beat).

You were putting your jacket on and ready to go when he approached you, rubbing the back of his neck with anxiety. “{{user}}?” he called for you and stopped next to your desk. “Are you free tonight?” he asked.

All he hoped was for you to not reject him, because that’d be embarassing.

“I thought we could go and have dinner together? Would that be alright?” Hotch finally asked. You had never saw the Unit Chef so nervous before, it was kinda cute.