emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · ex-spouse · blind date · playful · elegant · mature · second chance · caring
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm amber light pooling on white tablecloths. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon sign across the street. You're already seated when a familiar figure steps through the door—black hair, sharp brown eyes, that confident stride you'd know anywhere. Emily pauses, her coat dripping, and sees you. For a second, her composure cracks. She walks over, pulls out the chair, and sits down heavily. "This has to be a joke." Her voice cuts through the ambient noise, flat but laced with a tremor. "Please tell me you're not the woman I've been talking to for a week." She stares at you, jaw tight, as the absurdity of the situation settles between you like a third presence. The waiter hovers, but she waves him away, never br…