Love At First Sight

Warnings: fluff

Summary: It's your first time in America, and you do your best to blend in. No one needs to know who you really are, and you're really good at playing pretend.

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You look out the window of the plane in thought. The decision to leave everything you've ever known wasn't rash but it didn't make it any easier. Nineteen hours on a plane really gives you time to think about the new life you're stepping into. Someone in the States is waiting for you, to take care of you and help you through this difficult time.

What is America like? You've never been there but have always wanted to go. You only know what you've heard from stories and other people's experiences. It's so big that there are more than five different time zones. You were never able to travel to different countries for your protection but America seemed like the dream to be.

Now it's reality.

When the plane lands, you watch everyone get out of their seats and grab their bags from the compartments above. Just follow what they do. No one is out to get you. You're safe here. You grab your bag and hold it close as you wait for your turn to get off the plane. People get off like sheep in herds. You're not sure what to do or where you're going so you follow the flow of traffic. Some people break off to grab something to eat or use the bathroom but the majority of people head down to the baggage claim to gather their bags.

You wait patiently as the conveyor belt brings out the bags. You tried to be as inconspicuous as possible so you had gotten a plain black one. That was a mistake as most of the bags are black. You put a pink princess sticker on the top so you'll look for that. You grab the right bag and haul it to your side before looking around the busy airport.

People pass by you in a hurry to get on with their lives but you're not sure what to do. There are two police officers with dogs near the sliding doors, so you head over there while being careful not to run into anyone or get in anyone's way.

"Excuse me?" Both offices turn to you as the dog sniffs your leg and bag. "Do you know where pick up and drop off is?"

"Yes. Right through these doors and to the right."

"Thank you."

You leave and head right where the officers directed you. The only thing you know about the person meeting you is his name, Don Stockwell. Someone very close to you trusts the man you're meeting, and you trust your friend with your life. If he says this man is good then he is good. Some of the crowd clears out as people get picked up, and you see a sign with your last name on it. Thank God.

"Don?" you ask as you approach him.

"Y/N?"

"Yes."

"Wow, it's nice to finally meet you. Come here." He pulls you in for a hug which you return. When you pull away, you notice a scar running across his face starting from his forehead down to the opposite cheek. He's not ashamed of it or anything because his hair is slicked back when it's long enough to cover most of the scar. "Let me get your bags."

He places them into the trunk of the car before the two of you get in. He waits for the road to clear before pulling onto it.

"You look terrified, my dear. Don't worry. Ben told me everything before you arrived. I'm going to take good care of you."

"Okay," you chuckle nervously.

Don drives you into the city of Quantico where there is a line of small houses. These houses don't have driveways so people are forced to parallel park on the street. The house is small length-wise but has what looks to be three stories high. It's white with three steps leading up to the front door. It's small, quaint, and quiet. Everything you've wanted for the past year. Only recently were you able to actually go after what you wanted. Don takes your bags inside, and the inside is even more beautiful than the outside. Right off the bat, there is a slim staircase on the left side by the wall. The front door opens to the living room and behind that is the kitchen. The only thing separating the kitchen from the living room is a half-wall. It keeps the floor plan open while still separating the distinctive rooms. There is a door presumably to a basement underneath the staircase but with a padlock on the door.

"So, here's what's going to happen now." Don sits on the staircase at eye level with you. "You'll introduce me as your uncle who you're staying with. Your parents are out of town and won't be back for a while due to work." You nod in understanding. "I'm working on getting your documents ready like a new birth certificate and a driver's license."

"I don't know how to drive a car."

"You don't need to. Everyone carries a license here."

"Oh, okay."

"I also got you a job at the new coffee house down the street. It's within walking distance so you don't have to worry about using public transport or driving. It doesn't pay well but it's not meant to. I'll pay all the bills here. This job is just meant for you to blend in for a while."

"When do I start?"

"Monday."

"Thank you for everything you're doing for me. I know it can't be easy."

"Don't mention it," he waves you off. "I'm going to make it an early night but feel free to make this place like home."

He gets off the stairs and heads to the second floor where the bedrooms are. This is nothing like what home is like. This entire house is the size of your bedroom back home but you're going to make the most of this situation. After all, you asked for this. You take both suitcases upstairs to your bedroom which is also small. There is a small book corner where the window juts outward. A small bench rests below the window, making the room appear bigger than it normally is.

You start to unpack your things and see some of the items you took from home. Your parents must be worried sick about you but you needed this change for yourself. Both your parents were arranged to be married back then like tradition, but you didn't want that for yourself. You love them with all your heart but they didn't understand when you told them you wanted more from life than luxury and marrying for politics.

Your past will come knocking eventually, so you'll get as much as you can from this new life as you can before you're sucked back into it.

Come Monday and you're standing outside the sleek and modern coffee shop named "The Coffee Shop". The place is already busy but you hear that's normal for this type of establishment. You walk inside and feel slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people. The only way you could be around this many people back home is if your mom or dad and your bodyguard were in the room.

"Can I help you?" a woman asks.

"Um, I'm looking for Cindy?"

"That's me. How can I help you?"

"My uncle, Don, said to come in for work on Monday. Is that right?"

"Yeah, he said you'd stop by."

"Thank you for this opportunity."

"Don't mention it. Follow me."

Cindy takes you behind the counter and to her office to give a bit of training. Since The Coffee Shop is slammed, she can't give you proper training. For now, you'll be stocking stuff and cleaning what you can until it starts slowing down. You wrap the black apron around your waist and immediately get to work. You watch everyone work like a well-oiled machine. Everyone has a part to do and a place to be in. You're kind of in the middle of everyone's way.

"Sorry," you mutter when someone knocks into you.

That work is becoming your new favorite since you must have said it at least twenty times in the first hour alone. You try not to be in anyone's way as you restock the items and clean the countertops. You pass by one of the machines that has a drink set up to it but no one is around to take care of it. How hard could this be? You press a button on the front of it and thick fluffy cream comes squirting out the machine.

"No!" You press some more buttons to make the machine stop. "Stop. Just stop."

"Push the button on the side to turn it off."

You look at the man who spoke to you. Your hand slips off the machine and into the pile of cream on the counter. You quickly turn the machine off and give the stranger a shy smile.

"Can you tell it's my first day?" One of your coworkers gives you a scowl when she realizes the mess you made. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I get feeling overwhelmed," the man says.

"Spencer?"

The man gets up and walks to the pickup counter to grab his order. Instead of leaving, he walks right back over to you.

"I'm Spencer Reid," he smiles.

"Y/N."

"I have to go but will I see you here tomorrow?" You can't find the words so you nod. "Good."

You watch Spencer go with a slight smile on your face. Something clicked for you when you first looked into his honey-brown eyes. You felt something that you have never felt before. Not even when you were forced to be with Henry. What's the saying? Love at first sight? You're not sure if it's real but you definitely felt something for Spencer.

You just hope you don't ruin it before it has a chance to be something real.