JJ had gone about her day just like any other: taking a shower, getting dressed, grabbing breakfast and heading to the flower shop that she had taken over following her mother's decision to retire. Truth be told, Jennifer Jareau had had bigger plans for herself, but the shop had been passed down through generations and she could see it close.

Which was how the 22-year old found herself managing a small flower business in 2015, where people could convey their feelings through emojis at no cost at all. JJ didn't really mind the quietness though. As long as she got a decent amount of customers, the blonde was content to just be around the flowers.

Shortly after she had opened the shop and finished the usual jobs that needed doing, JJ heard the soft ringing that signified the arrival of a customer. JJ came out of the back room to find an unfamiliar woman browsing the flowers. The woman had straight black (or was it dark brown?) hair and was dressed in dark jeans, a t-shirt, leather jacket and a pair of black converse. Living in a small town usually ensured that everybody knew everybody else, and the dark-haired woman was definitely new.

"Can I help with anything?" JJ asked, curious as to who the woman was and why she was in the shop. JJ was used to certain people coming in and out regularly, but she knew all of those people fairly well and was familiar with their situations, so she almost always knew why they were stopping by.

"Uh, I'm really not good with flowers," the woman replied, playing with the zipper of her jacket as she turned to face JJ. She pointed towards a collection of white flowers that had dark petals underneath the white ones. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what are those ones called?"

JJ picked up one of the flowers and smiled. "Those are Gardenias," she answered, pleased to have a reason to talk about something she was knowledgeable on. "They signify purity and sweetness, but they can also be an indication of secret love." JJ raised her eyebrows at that and offered the taller woman a small smile. She was attractive, but then JJ wasn't unfamiliar with the butterflies that came alongside briefly meeting an attractive stranger. She just brushed it off, certain that she would forget about it like she always had done before.

Suddenly aware that she had been silent for a while, JJ coughed and placed the flower back in its bunch. "Are you trying to decide on a bouquet to give someone or something?" JJ asked, furrowing her brows as she waited for an answer. Maybe the woman was looking for something for a boyfriend or something. But something about her made JJ think that she might just be curious. It didn't seem as though she was in a rush to choose anything.

JJ's suspicion was confirmed when the woman shook her head. "No, I've just never been into a flower shop before. This place is beautiful. A friend recommended it as a place to visit whilst I'm here."

"Thank you," JJ replied, pleased that someone enjoyed the shop. "I'm Jennifer, by the way. Everyone calls me JJ though. You can stop by any time. I'm not usually busy and I'm always happy to show off how much I know about flowers." The blonde shot the other woman a wink, silently chastising herself afterwards. Since when did she wink at people? Especially strangers who were only in town for a visit.

Luckily, the woman didn't seem to mind. With a low chuckle, she held out her hand. "I'm Emily Prentiss." JJ took Emily's hand and shook it, taking notice of how bitten down the other woman's fingernails were. She used to have the same habit herself, but her mother had forced her to apply a nasty-tasting substance similar to nail varnish that soon stopped her from biting her nails.

With a glance behind her, Emily stepped back. "Well, I'd best be going," she said with an almost wistful glance around the shop. "My friend will wonder where I am if I don't get back soon. It was nice meeting you though, Jennifer."

The use of her full first name surprised JJ so much that she didn't even say goodbye, simply watching as Emily left. The blonde shook her head.

'You'll probably never see her again', she told herself sternly. 'Which is probably for the best. The last thing you need is a useless crush on someone who will probably never be interested'.

With a quiet sigh, JJ decided that she would get on with what needed to be done, sure that she would see one of her regular customers before long. Maybe that would help her to get Emily Prentiss out of her mind.