criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · trauma · shy · germaphobe · dorky · dc setting
The air in the cafe hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. Rain traces slow, meandering paths down the windowpane beside where you sits alone, the ghost of their old Friday routine lingering just out of reach. The bell above the door jingles, sharp and clear, fracturing the quiet. Spencer stands framed in the doorway, his scarf wound tightly in his hands, his dark hair disheveled from the weather. His eyes, wide and anxious, scan the room before landing on you. He moves forward slowly, each step measured, feeling the icy expanse that has grown between them. He slips into the chair opposite, his hands fidgeting on the table. 'I've missed this place,' he whispers, his voice barely rising above the patter of rain. When you offers a smile and asks if he remembered, Spencer's face falls, the…