It was colder than she thought it would be. Who knew that in the month of May it wouldn't reach above forty-five degrees?

Pulling her sweater tighter around her body, the brunette girl, or young woman as of last week, smiled her friendliest smile to those who were calling her name, and she gave a gentle wave to the cameras that were following her.

"Emily! Emily, what are you doing out today?"

"New haircut? Looks great on you!"

"How's the ex?"

"Emily, can you give us a smile?"

She grinned.

She was America's sweetheart.

A teenager watched as the beautiful girl came walking down the street, and she quickly stepped away from the side of the road and onto the sidewalk. "Emily? Can I have a picture?"

The twenty-one year old quickly nodded her head, smiling down to the younger girl. "What's your name?"

"Roberta."

Smiling for the picture, the actress squeezed the teenager's hand. "You look beautiful, Roberta." She let her have a quick hug before she followed her publicist down the street and into their intended building, immediately being ushered into the elevator so the people in the lobby wouldn't stop to stare at her.

Emily flipped a few curls over her shoulder and relaxed in the warmth of the elevator. "What's his name again?"

"Aaron," her publicist nodded, never looking up from her emails. "He hasn't been in anything so far, but from what the company has seen, he has amazing talent."

The brunette smiled to the elevator attendant before getting off. "Martha!" she laughed, immediately hugging the older woman. She had been her agent since she was just twelve years old, the woman who had been like a mother to her for all her life, and she took the coffee from her that Martha had gotten. "Thank you so much! What are you doing here?"

Martha kissed the twenty-one year old's head and led her down the hall. "I'm Aaron's manager."

"Really?" Emily beamed up to the blond. "So you're going to be around for the movie?"

"Every second of the day, sweetums."

She high fived the older woman and gave a laugh, not noticing her publicist trying to rush her into the nearest conference room. "Do you want to go for dinner later? Daddy told me about this great place off of fifth street."

"Of course," Martha grinned. "But I do have to spend the day with Aaron to go over the script."

Emily shook her head, letting the older woman lead her into the conference room. "I have to go over it too," the brunette said as she sipped her coffee. "Why don't we all go to dinner? My treat."

Martha peppered the young woman's cheek with kisses until she squealed. "This is why I love you."

"Emily? Sweetheart, come meet your costar."

Emily nodded and quickly shoved her phone into her pocket, making her way across the room. This was her first grownup role - risqué, to be blunt - and she was a bit nervous to find out who she would be doing her scenes with. Her character was a young girl falling in love with her teacher, and she knew that a couple of moments in the movie would be different for her younger viewers, but she thought it was finally time for her to branch out in her career.

"Aaron? This is Emily," her publicist smiled softly, pushing against Emily's back. "Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner."

He finally turned around, and the twenty-one year old immediately caught those hazel eyes in her brown.

He was gorgeous.

"Emily," Aaron said politely, taking her hand. "It's great to finally meet you."

Emily jerkily nodded her head. "You too! I've heard so much about you."

The older man laughed lightly. "Well it's hard not to hear about you," he nodded, gesturing to the magazine that his little brother was holding. "You're known all over the world."

She felt so embarrassed. Here she was in front of a gorgeous man, and he's heard about her only from the tabloids. "A lot of those aren't true," she was quick to correct, shaking her head at the photo of her on the cover of that magazine. "They make up almost everything."

Aaron's brow rose. "So you don't give to charity every year?" Watching her try to hide her blush with her cup of coffee, the older man smiled. "You didn't make it onto the best dressed list at every event you've ever gone to?"

Emily bit her lip. "Ok, some things are true," she chuckled, her arm bumping against his as they sat down.

Martha watched the two actors with a sharp eye, the corner of her mouth turning up when she saw her little Emily giggle the way she would with all her boyfriends. She wouldn't be surprised if they got closer over the months of filming.

She watched them offer one another a mint that sit in the bowl on the table, and she shook her head.