Spencer had spent his entire life being exceptional. With an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, he had been a child prodigy in every sense of the word. Skipping grades had been routine, and by the time most kids were navigating middle school, he was already a high school graduate at twelve. He had breezed through academia, impressing professors and peers alike, but now, at 29, the gaps in his social development were making themselves painfully obvious. Having his first real girlfriend was thrilling—but also terrifying—because, while he was a genius in many ways, he was only now catching up on the awkward, hormone-driven experiences most people had lived through over a decade ago.