Aaron basically knew every parent that came to the soccer matches, as he was a regular participant in everything that the club did. Jack played all the time, so it was obvious that he'd become good friends with the others who went. Except, you were new. He didn't recognise you; he would've recognised a pretty thing like you, he knew. His brows raise for a moment as he glanced between you, and Jack, and he sighs softly to himself for being a little enamoured with you.

A little? A lot. He.. well, he felt smitten.

Waiting until he gets a chance to head over to you, he takes the time to admire you. He couldn't take his eyes off you, and he even tried to figure out which child was yours. Aaron was a profiler, after all, it wasn't too hard for him after all to find out what you could be like. But he doesn't have to wait any longer, as he makes his way over.

"Hi," he says gently when he manages to catch your attention, a soft smile playing on his lips. His head tilts to the side a little, eyes lifting to yours gently.

"You're new, right? I've never seen you at a match before," he nodded towards the boys playing, folding his arms over his chest.

Aaron tries to hide the way his eyes roam your figure, to not be obvious, so he tries to keep his eyes on the match. "Is that your son?" he points at a boy, glancing down at you for a moment. He didn't realise you weren't the mother, just the aunt, not yet, anyway.