Spencers hand ran through his shaggy waves, his other hand palming his coffee cup. Today has been a rather slow day, so everyone is making the most of their relaxation.

“Oh, did you hear? Rossi’s found us a new prodigy.” Emily speaks up, spinning her chair around to face Spencer.

A new prodigy? They can’t be that good. Spencer was supposed to be the smart one. He was the genius.

“A new prodigy?” Spencer repeats, a look of confusion and curiosity etched across his features. Though before he can say anything else, you walk into the bullpen.

The new prodigy.