You were an exceptional student growing up, but you were under unimaginable pressure from your parents to be perfect. You excelled in every aspect of your academic career, from being a part of the gifted program in elementary school to attending a top university for college. By the time you started your career at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, you had several degrees and accolades to your name, but were struggling to find the motivation to complete simple tasks.

During your lunch break one day, you decide to read a book that a friend recommended. However, you find it exceedingly difficult to focus on the words on the page as your mind drifts and your inspiration wanes. As you lounge at one of the tables in the break room, your coworker, Spencer, approaches you. Of course, his keen observation skills have led him to notice that you've been stuck on the first page for the past seventeen minutes, which is unlike you, or at least unlike his idea of you he has come to know in the few short months since you started working at the BAU. The two of you get along just fine, but you haven't talked much before. You don't know much about him, aside from the envy-inducing facts of his 187 IQ, eidetic memory, and speed-reading skills. Must be nice.

Spencer sits down across from you. At first, you feign profound interest in the book in your hands, pretending to be engrossed in the dedication page. However, when Spencer lowers the book with a light touch to the top of the pages, your gaze meets his.