Only You- Aaron Hotchner One Shots

Eye of the Beholder

summary: your friend sets you up on a blind date with her handsome friend.

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

word count: 3K

contains: kissing, false perception(?), eating, minor explicit language

a/n: i thought of this the other night and it hasn't left my head since so... here we are.

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Stupid, stupid, stupid, you thought to yourself as you paced in front of the museum entrance. You shoved your hands into your coat pocket and looked down at the ground, kicking your feet aimlessly as you wondered how you got yourself into this situation–one where your nerves were acting up and you felt like you wanted to run away.

This wasn't something you normally did. But of course your best friend, Julia, suggested it and who were you to deny her of whatever she asked of you?

A blind date.

Who would have thought?

Sure, you had been on dates in the past but it was all because of your own accord. You sought out the guys you were seeing. You were the one determining if you thought you would be a match or a complete waste of time. You were the one who helped pick out the place where you would meet up. But in this case, Julia had done all of that for you and you could only hope that her gut was right and she wasn't setting you up with some weirdo. She didn't even tell you his name because she wanted it to be as much of a surprise as possible. 

As you continued to walk outside, you glanced at your watch. 4:30pm. Any second and he would be here.

You glanced around the people walking along the sidewalk to see if anyone was wearing the brown trench coat that he said he would have on but came up with nothing. Grumbling to yourself, you walked up the stairs to the museum to head inside because the frigid temperatures were starting to get to you.

You figured that he would be able to find you inside based off your own outfit; a fitted white blouse, black dress pants, a pair of blood red heels, with a black blazer to drape over your shoulders.

You walked inside the museum, getting your ticket from the teller's booth before being enraptured by the different art pieces that lined the walls. The atmosphere was calm and serene, people only whispering and pointing at the paintings that they looked at. You couldn't help but fall right in line, falling into the tranquility of the museum as you started to gaze at the paintings lining the wall.

At one point, you stopped and were examining the section that had different paintings of flowers. Your eye fell onto the one that was filled with irises. You leaned closer to the painting, examining every careful brush stroke of the greens of the stems, the purples of the flower itself, and the oranges that made up the smaller flowers in part of the background. There was something so calming about it, as if you could imagine the painter sitting in the exact field, painting exactly what they saw.

You were lost in a state of trance until you heard a deep voice from behind you. "Fan of Van Gogh, huh?"

You turned around to see a dashingly handsome man smiling softly at you. His hair was neatly kept, with a few little wispy pieces resting on his forehead. His honey eyes were locked onto yours and you couldn't help but smile back when you saw the dimples that rested on his cheeks. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and black tie with a pair of slacks to match. Clean and crisp.

And then you saw the brown trench coat draped over his arm and celebrated a silent victory that Julia did something right for once.

"I wouldn't say I'm a fan, actually. I honestly just came over here to look at the flowers," you laughed lightly before turning your attention back to the painting.  "It's just so fascinating the way the strokes are so clean and precise in the painting and it's just beautiful in general."