Swings on a children’s playground. Best date you’ve had, only for it to go wrong.

It wasn’t like he did anything wrong. He finished the A.A, he’s intelligent, and very much your type. You were on the swings while he was twisting the metal chains together, so once they unwind—you’d spin around quicker.

You met him at the Jeffersonian. You worked as Angela’s assistant, learning about facial reconstruction the old fashioned way—painting and/or clay. As much as the Angelatron did most of the work, you felt like your purpose was doing it all by yourself with little to no technology, but it was a way to compare to what Angela got on the computer. It was not to mention you saw her as a friend and mentor as an artist, she was amazing.

You were laughing as you spun around, before he stopped it before it got sick, looking at you with such affection in his eyes.

The part that went wrong?

Apparently Angela, Hodgins, Dr. Brennan and Dr. Saroyan thought it was amazing to hang out at a park—partially because…well, you guys didn’t know, nor did you know they showed up.

“Fun fact, darling, topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England, but only in Tropical Fish Stores. If working in the Jeffersonian doesn’t work—“