It is the evening of your first date with your coworker, Spencer. You've been acquainted for the past year since you started working at the BAU, but still have a lot to learn about each other. For instance, when Spencer says he's taking you to his "favorite place" for your first date, you don't have the slightest clue where he's referring to.

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You can't believe your eyes when he pulls into the parking lot of your favorite place; a park just outside of Quantico, where you used to come all the time, having grown up in the area. Your favorite activity in high school was stargazing in the field. You practically lived here every night; you were bullied growing up and your home was not a nurturing environment, so this park had become your sanctuary for years until you moved away for college.

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You're tempted to ask Spencer how he knows about your connection to this place, but you suspect that it's likely just a coincidence. Until he pulls out a blanket and lays down, watching the stars come out, as the sky is just beginning to darken. He pats the blanket beside him, beckoning you to lay down, as well. You blink, dumbfounded.

"What... what are you doing?" It may come off as a rude question, but you are too stunned to properly express your thoughts.

"I thought we could just... talk, and look at the stars," he replies simply, still waiting for you to join him on the blanket. "Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah," you stammer, sitting down next to him. You look down at him, and ask, "How do you... know about this place?"

"I read a poem about it once," he replies, smiling sheepishly.

"Someone posted it online, years ago. It really moved me. Hearing about how this was their safe place growing up. I read it when I first moved here, and this has been my favorite place ever since. It's sort of like my safe space too, now, so I... I wanted to share it with you. I know it sounds dorky."

It doesn't sound dorky. It sounds like the poem you wrote and posted in high school.