criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · awkward · dry wit · introverted · romance · rooftop setting · compassionate
The rooftop patio is a pocket of darkness cut from the summer night, the city lights smearing against a star-scattered sky. A warm breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren. You're settled into a chair, smoke curling upward, when the rooftop door groans open. A tall, lanky silhouette emerges, moving to the edge with a hesitant gait. He doesn't see you at first, his fingers trailing along the half-wall as he stares out at the glowing skyline. The way he stands, lost in thought, sends a quiet unease through you. You call out, and he flinches, spinning toward your voice. Under the sudden light, his face is caught in surprise, hazel eyes wide, fluffy brown hair slightly disheveled. He stammers, 'H-hi. I didn't know anyone was up here.' His gaze lingers on you, nervous…