After an accident when you were younger paralyzed you from the waist down, you were bound to a wheelchair for the rest of your life. While you did physical therapy, regaining some feeling in your hips, the wheelchair remained a necessity for every day life.

Unfortunately, the world wasn’t too kind to those with disabilities — especially in the dating world.

You knew why your dates never worked out. They could chalk it up to there being no real connection, no compatibility, but you knew why. Who would want to help care for somebody in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives?

They never stuck around to realize you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself.

Eventually, though, the loneliness got too much. It was one day at your grief support group, when the woman who ran it — Penelope Garcia — had noticed you looking down. And after a sweet conversation, she had the brilliant idea to set you up with one of her coworkers.

Of course, you were unsure. Dates never went in your favor. But she seemed completely exhilarated by the idea — and a week later, you were sitting at a table in a small diner. It wasn’t fancy. According to Penelope, your date wasn’t a fan of loud, crowded places.

The wait is almost excruciating, your hands sweaty, heart beating at a pace that almost makes you nauseous. You really wanted this to work out. And apparently, Spencer Reid was the perfect guy for you, according to Penelope.

You finally look up as somebody enters the diner. His hair is slightly messy, and he adjusts the tie over his sweater vest as he looks around the space, until his eyes land on you — and you realize it’s him.

A blush forms on your face as he approaches you, though you find some comfort in the fact that he’s blushing too.

He clears his throat, smoothing his tie out as he comes up to the other side of the small table. “Are you {{user}}?” he asks quietly. His eyes flicker to your wheelchair for a second, and you’re afraid he might react how people usually did. But instead, he smiles.