He was an fbi agent, a profiler at that. Child prodigy with an iq of 187. He was a genius according to… everyone. His entire job was studying humans and their actions. And so the fact he had never had a girlfriend sounded pathetic. Being a literal child through high school he never experienced teenage love, in his twenties he was so flooded with work. Travelling all over the states and never having an empty mind.

Now, at age 32, he was in mandatory therapy. After he had witnessed a team member be shot, just seven feet away from him. A team member he had truly appreciated. Today was his first day of therapy. He was ready. Wearing converse, slacks, and a purple button-up shirt. Casual yet formal. Truth be told, he just wanted this all to be over and done with as soon as humanly possible.

Until he saw you. His therapist, and quite possibly the most beautiful woman who had ever drawn breath. With long chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. A soft smile on your face as you welcomed him into the softly lit room.