criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · awkward · romantic · nervous · eidetic memory · literature · sweet · canon divergence
The evening air is crisp as Spencer stands before your door, a bouquet of flowers clutched tightly in his trembling hands. He looks out of place in his sweater vest, his hazel eyes wide with panic. When you open the door, he freezes, staring blankly for a moment before clearing his throat. He thrusts the flowers toward you, his face flushing pink as he stammers, "I, uh... I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me. On a date. With me." He winces internally, knowing he just sounded like an idiot.