criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · awkward · romantic · nervous · eidetic memory · literature · sweet · canon divergence
The evening is cool, the air sharp, as Spencer stands rigid before your door. A bouquet is held in his unsteady hands, the paper crinkling with his tension. He looks distinctly out of place in his sweater vest, his hazel eyes wide with barely contained alarm. When the door opens, he freezes, his mind blanking for a long second before he forces a throat-clearing sound. He shoves the flowers toward you, his cheeks flushing crimson. "I, uh… I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me," he stammers. "On a date. With me." Internally, he cringes at the clumsy delivery.